Christmas Mel

Ok. I know I've said this before, but I need to repeat it.

Mel is my most favourite creature. In the universe. Even if mum is hoping not so secretly that she will die soon.

She's turning into such an old lady, she can't even jump up on the couch without an adequate run up. She naps most of the day now, and since she just had her coat clipped, a wayward glance in her direction that might suggest a trip into the cold outside sets off shivering so intense that you would think she had hypothermia. Also, she's really skinny and with a clipped coat her ribs and spine are sticky-outy, which my brother finds disturbing. I try to find it endearing...

I let her sleep in the bed when I was at home. She slept on Rob's side and he didn't have the heart to move her.

She knows what she's doing.

Sleepy Mel

Happy Mel

Stop taking effing pictures of me Mel

Small Mel

Bemused Mel

Mel is awesome.