My two tabby cats, Tiziano and Torre (aka TnT) were extra frisky last night. I think they were happy I was back from my trip to Georgia. They've been getting used to my frequent travels. I, on the other hand, am not.

I'm really worried about my tiny tabbys. They need so much attention. Torre is used to climbing into my lap every time I sit down at my computer to type. He naps and purrs if I can stay still long enough.

Tiziano loves it too. Over the past two months, I've started to play fetch with him. I pick up a toy ball, one of the plush type that he can grip in his mouth. I toss, and VROOOM! He's off like a rocket, and back a moment later with a the ball in his mouth. It's the cutest thing. Who ever said, “you can't teach a cat to play fetch.” Tiziano sure does!

I was so happy to see them, I decided to finish posting a photograph of TnT that I entitled “When Kitty Eyes Are Smiling.” It works well for them considering I play Celtic music. Of course, that is a parody of the Irish song called “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.”

Well, after a busy evening, we snuggled up to watch a couple Christmas movies like Scrooged with Bill Murray and the classic It's A Wonderful Life. Yes, it was a good time to be lazy. And lazy I was. I fell asleep around 10:30pm with Torre between my legs and Tiziano nestled up on my right side.

I wonder who turned off the TV?