Clearly Sabrina saw something. Judging from her elated-bordering-on-overwhelmed-with-euphoria face, we can assume it was something sparkly.
I didn’t see what Sabrina saw (blame it on my species, so inferior to cats at seeing magic) – but I saw her, and that was enough.
The Chanukah-through-Christmas-through-New-Year’s sprint is a mad frenzy of deliciousness at Tabby’s Place, and I’m not too proud to ply you with gobs of cuteness until writing time returns.
In the meantime: shine on, you crazy diamonds. Sabrina and I both know you make this place sparkle.