Sleeping in Elevated Places

That's what I like to do. This is on top of the high armrest corner of the sofa, the best spot of them all.

I helped at grandma's to stash away all the Santas and a big version of the Christmas goat, and got some chicken and a prawn as a reward. Great cuisine chez grandma, as always. And great to see the goat go. We still have our one on the windowsill. With my tinsel on its head. Mum is awaiting something called the twentieth day of Knut before clearing it out. I say let's just get it over with.