And a lovely tree it has been, with new memories, including scaring the catshit out of the Yellow Emperor with the beautiful glass ornament that looks just like his head. (Really, he looked at it and went into hiding.) Never mind that he's also been hiding under the bed since last night's fireworks. Bad holiday for Lao Hu.
|I think you could call this spooky|
|Not to be mocking me!|
The earrings are a little young for my taste, but very kawaii, and the book...also Japanese in origin...is hilarious, but I hope never to have the time (or desire) to make finger puppets out of cat fleece. I brush Fifi, la plus belle chatte de la maison, regularly, and she is prolific (and grateful), but this is more than I care to do. (Although there was a period in my Appalachian back-to-the-land era I collected enough dryer lint to make a substantial bed rest pillow. I wish I still had that. Cat hair finger puppets? I could have made a lint scarecrow.)
The Sylvester flash drive however is pretty cool: who would have thought, in the heady days of Univac, I could put a 4 GB plastic pussycat on my keychain.
Year of Snake is coming on fast; it feels a little like Tiger to me. But, Lao Hu, your time was three years ago.
And this has nothing to do really with anything above, except that it is a cat...from a carousel I watched during my November Oregon holiday. I loved this particular critter. I would have hung it on the tree too, if I could have.