Meet Beckett Swift the Christmas Gift. That's his full and proper name, as befits a cat who will soon take up residence in a house of Hairy Mclarey lovers. He's actually my incredibly gorgeous Christmas slash b'day gift from my equally thoughtful and generous parents in law who hunted the outer Hebrides in search of the perfect Silver Spotted Silver Shorthair. What a Christmas morn! A six hour dash through the night and greeted with the soft purr of a kitten. Mini was smitten of course. Decked out in her red reindeer knitted Ralph Lauren dress, gap glitter tights and ballet slippers topped off with her new gold bow from her nanny Sarah-Jane she had an utter blast. From opening her stocking filled with glorious gifts from father Christmas (although to be fair it's more of a sack to hold all those gifts) she then promptly tried to open everyone else's too. Phin was equally excitable in his Stella reindeer sweater (you fashion filers know how I love a Christmas knit and they're so hip this season too) and ran about all day munching chocolate coins and flashing his two torches and electric hand held fan in everyone's faces. They really were his favourite gifts.
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