I managed to pull myself together this afternoon and tried to do some wrapping of presents. The cats decided to lend me a hand. Now I wouldn't mind but these are no kitten cats. You can expect chaos from little ones. Tuppence is is 20, totally deaf, has a dicky heart and a severe thyroid problem. The other, Oscar is 19 and I think he is losing his hearing too.
Despite some of their senses being impaired and health problems, their curiosity and wanting to be in the centre of anything going on, has not diminished at all. I wish I could have videod it; they just swanned about all over the paper, on top of the presents etc, etc. It was done at a sedate pace, not the flying about and paper ripping of kitten cats, but it was still a pain. Still, I couldn't get annoyed because who knows, it may be their last Christmas. Mind you, I've been saying that for a few Christmases now.
Now, how can I help?
Where did I put those scissors?
Now I've lost the Sellotape.
Oh heck! Here comes Oscar.
Oscar, you always spoil the fun!
What a bully!
He starts to chase her about, so at this point I just give up! Too many cooks spoil the broth as they say.
Well it's late, just finished a midnight cheese, pickled beetroot and Pringle sandwich. That'll be enough to line my stomach for the Paracetamol before I go to bed. That way I just might get some sleep.
I have a red nose that Rudolph would kill for! Can't breathe very well though, no good for leading a sleigh.
In a few minutes I'm going to try that thing I've read about where you rub the soles of your feet with Vicks Vapour Rub before you go to bed. You'll guess I'm at the stage where I'm desperate and I'll try anything! Well Oscar is away up to bed so I think I'll follow.
I'll leave you with a nativity scene from Fatima in Portugal. Very unusual! (Source Wiki Commons)