Every Christmas I feel like a little kid again. The excitment of waking up on Chritmas morning going downstairs and opening presents is enough to make me have a troublesome sleep every year.
Even though I do like opening the presents I still think the best part of the day is eating Christmas dinner. Turkey, gravy, yorkshire puddings, roast potato what more do you want? Forget socailising with the family the dinner is what Christmas is all about for me.
This year my sister and I got a suprise each as a present. We were going to be getting a kitten each. The next day though we found out that the ones our parents were looking at for us had already been reserved so we struggled to find any. We had pretty much given up on places to try and find them when my girlfriend tweeted "anyone know where we can find kittens?". Her friend tweeted her back saying that there were some taken into the vets that day. This lead to the name of one of the two cats, Millie, because her friend is called Millie. The second kitten that we got my sister decided to call her Molly.
They are now part of the family.
Sam x
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| Millie is the grey one and Molly is the tortie one |










