Holidays with the Naughtiest Kittehs Ever

It's that time again - time when the naughtiest kittehs in the world live in our Christmas tree and destroy as many ornaments as humanly possible. Or as feline-ly possible, I suppose.

 This is what the tree looked like for about 1.5 minutes.

 Then Willow happened.

 She was so happy to gnaw on the branches.

 This is Willow's "Derp" face.

 "Oh look. A faery! SHE MUST DIE!" (Spoiler Alert: She did.)

 "Oooohhhh shiny!"

 "Hmmmm...what can I destroy now?"

 "Stalking the bookshelf."

 "Meh...bored now."

 Scaling Spruce Mountain.

 Oh look, Morrighan decided to join her sister.

 Aaaaaaaaand they're both in the tree.

 Trying to get higher...

 This is Willow's innocent look.

 Morrighan prefers boxes to the tree.

So yeah...this is what's happening at my house. Adorable, adorable naughtiness.

Talking about vernacular pet peeves

over at the Writer's Evolution blog. Please visit and add to the list! :)

And because no day is complete without a healthy dose of cute, I give you Willow sleeping on Morrighan's belly.

You're welcome.

An Open Letter to an Author and Cute Kitties

This week over at Writers Evolution, we've been talking about advice to new authors, I've written an open letter. Feel free to go take a peek and add your own advice.

I can't believe how big Willow and Morrighan are getting. Willow's lounging on her sister's belly and they're both hogging the couch. Wenches.

Don't ask me how, but Willow keeps crawling in this drink holder. My kids insist we can't get rid of it because she enjoys it so much. Spoiled kitten...
This is my youngest, Corwin. He's currently grounded from all electronic entertainment due to some unfortunate homework drama. (I have the kid who does his homework...he just doesn't turn it in. Actually, that's mostly in English class. GRRRRR) But anyway, he pulled out the chess set, and Willow decided to join him for a game this afternoon.