Fitting In.

We are hanging in here.

Lately, Hollyberry, has been caught in the act once, eating sugar from the sugar canister, but has been elusive each other night.

We found her the next morning tangled up in Christmas lights that were sitting in the living room, waiting for a semi-permanent home on the eves of our home. Then, yesterday, we woke to find Rich's entire sock drawer emptied all over the front room. And then, today, we found her underneath our advent house(the kind you open a door each night to reveal some delicious goodie...ours is made out of wood...)calendar house thing and she had helped herself to a few.

She is a character. She fits in here, quite well, I must add.