A Very Finnegan Christmas

Hi, I'm Finnegan

This blog is about me, and I'm very disappointed that I haven't been allowed to post until now. 

Richard will tell you that I'm lazy and that I never venture from my sleeping bag.  The truth is that he ties the top of my sleeping bag so that I can't get out.

However, I managed to escape, and here's what I got up to on Christmas day.

I hung out in the Christmas tree with Felicity.  I love the pretty lights

I admired, and then played in the gingerbread...I like to get up close and personal

I chowed down on big meal.  Unfortunatley I was too full and had to lie down, groaning and moaning. Then that damn pestiferous Felicity (who follows me everywhere like I'm a demigod) jumped on my chest and wouldn't get off...that didn't go down well.

I went chocolate diving...woo-hoo that was FUN.  I played in the bowl of chocolates for ages.  Of course I indulged!

Just when I was finishing a rather tasty "Crunchie Bar" and licking any remaining crumbs of the wrapper I was photo bombed by one the natives...a female Siamese cat who goes by the name of "Cricket", though Richard calls her "Duckie".  I'd like to play with her, but she always runs away when I come close...I mean, it's not as if I race up to her waving my arms, screaming "nice pussy cat...Finnegan play with the nice pussy cat", in my slightly strange frog voice

I even had the chance to observe the process of brandy being poured on to the pudding, then lit.  That was fun!

See below for pics of the fun I had!

I do so love gingerbread. It's not my fault that I ended up face first in it, inhaling its gingery goodness - I just can't help it.

Before chowing down, I scoped out the cranberry sauce...seemed a bit weird to me.

So, so full.  Do you see what I mean about that pestiferous little frog Felicity sitting on my chest when I was so full??

CHOCOLATE DIVING.  YEAH.

Chocolate bowl immersion.  So, so good!!

mmmm, a "Chrunchie Bar" - chocolate surrounding a honeycomb core.

Photo-bombed by the native.

Just when I was finishing a rather tasty "Crunchie Bar" and licking any remaining crumbs of the wrapper I was photo bombed by one the natives...a female Siamese cat who goes by the name of "Cricket", though Richard calls her "Duckie".  I'd like to play with her, but she always runs away when I come close...I mean, it's not as if I race up to her waving my arms, screaming "nice pussy cat...Finnegan play with the nice pussy cat", in my slightly strange frog voice...

Observing the process of "brandying" the pudding.  The brandy was lit and, but it doesn't come out in these photo's

Here's Felicity admiring the home-made shortbread.

That's all folks!  I've now broken free from the shackles of my evil oppressor, Richard...and I hope to post some more blog entries soon.