They say that, on Christmas Eve at midnight, the animals talk.
They also say that putting crunchy peanut butter in someone else’s sandwich is not a war crime. They say that the Elf on the Shelf is not absolutely terrifying.
They say a lot of things.
But we know the truth: the cats don’t wait for any given eve to talk.
Still, since it is that most hallowed eve, we celebrate feline conversation in all its forms tonight.
Christmas Eve blessings to you, my little chatterboxes.
Photo credits from de top: Flangela x2, Ubervolunteer Jess, Flangela, Jess, Flangela, Jess, Flangela.