We’ve done our now-traditional torturing of the fur persons.

I have to say, the cats are incredibly patient with this indignity.

The first victim.

Get.it.off.me.

I can’t move, ma!

Is this your fault!?!?

We only took three ‘official pics.’ They are all terrible! Can’t even see kitty faces in the first one, and I’m a giant white marshmallow cow. Moo.

A little better!

But of course, the one I like best is the one where none of us were ready and the smiles are real.

Happy Holidays, everyone!