You know, I've never quite understood what those Who's are singing when they're singing their little Christmas-welcoming song. But I think there are Whos inside me somewhere singing it right now.
I was supposed to clean today. Pft. No. Christmas music was way more important. Now I'm almost completely absorbed in Christmas spirit. Days off are so wonderful. Christmastime days off are even better. I've been skipping since we had the first snow on Friday night. Which is not to say I was happy that whole time... skipping is just the way you get around when it's snowing and pretty. I was only being reverent to the snow.
I woke up at four o'clock this morning because there was something uncomfortable under me. I stuck my hand behind my back and felt around, and felt something furry. I groped some more: a little paw. A head. Then the rest of Quasar.
Quasar the cat was sleeping underneath me. Now let me explain that Quasar is now a Fat Bastard. However, he is no match for my persisting Fat Bastard Supremacy. It's a wonder he's still alive. I wonder how long he was underneath me before I woke up.