Nutshells.

Went to a Christmas party last night. I'm not, at the best of times, the life of a party, but I went nonetheless (family obligations, whatnot) and managed a relatively decent time until the hostess' god-daughter took some of us up to her room and showed off her Christmas present--a six-week-old gray tabby striped kitten. She was adorable.

She was the same age as Jack (also a tabby, albeit orange) was when he came to us.

Took me about twenty minutes to stop crying.

Unrelatedly, hooray, huzzah, etcetera, Wonderful Husband and I have finished Christmas shopping. Unless we find anything else.

Bed now.

Did I mention the part where I have an annoying dry cough and I'm leaving for England on Friday?!