Christmas kitty
So now that we've erected our (fake) Christmas tree, Max has, in typical fashion, decided it is his favorite new hiding spot. And it's little surprise, really: He's safe in there -- unable to be picked up, pet or otherwise molested. The only way you can see him is to lie flat on the floor and look underneath, where he's inevitably curled up, having a nap or licking himself.
Max snores -- quite loudly. It's enough to have made Bonnie and I wonder if he has a deviated septum or something (the vet says it's nothing to worry about). But there's something vaguely comical, and perhaps a bit frightening, when you're sitting in the living room and all is quiet, and all of a sudden the Christmas tree starts to snore. It makes me think of that classic SNL skit involving killer Christmas trees. I keep waiting for the tree to spring to life and stab me through the chest with one of its evergreen appendages.