Wow! Who's that behind those Foster Grants?

I'll recant my identification of the christmas tree. It IS a silver fir, but I wanted to scare Rapaire into getting dressed.

I see Moonglow up there with her nose in the tree branches, bruising needles and inhaling the fragrance. She looks like a cat on catnip.

Plop! a glass ornament shatters on the floor.

I think the cat is trying to get your attention, Liz! No, wait, the cat just nailed the tentacle that was undulating your way from the hot tub. Something tells me that we need to suggest that it's calamari time if that mollusk doesn't decide to shuffle off (especially since by the state of the bubbles in the hot tub, I think this character could blow any time now!)