A couple of photos of Siren enjoying his Birthmas. I love the expression on his face as he opens one of his many gifts. And look at him resting on MY fuzzy warm throw amidst all his loot.
When Siren came to live with me he was so emaciated that it was difficult for the vet to determine how old he was. His best educated guess was that he was between 4 and 8 months old. So I counted back - I'm big on birthday celebrations - and realized that Siren could have been born on Christmas. So Christmas became his day.
Given all his issues it makes me feel so good to spoil him a bit. To see how thrilled he is with his new stuff. To enjoy the fact that he sat next to me and opened his gifts.
And to see his contented look and the peaceful exhaustion he felt after opening his gifts and playing with them all.