As you may be able to see, I finished both of my dogs' ugly sweaters in time for a Holiday Card, in addition to finding them some glorious headpieces (Torrie has the giant bow, as she was an early Christmas present, and Keisha has the forward-facing antlers with a glare in her eyes). I think other than the main (bigger) pic, my favorite is this one:
Keisha is clearly planning my imminent demise, while trying to hide her pink sweater. And people think cats are evil masterminds? If Ernst Stavro Blofeld were alive today, he would be stroking Keisha's fur as he clicked the trapdoor button with his foot.
In Other, Semi-Related Holiday News:
Until Sunday,