By family tradition, the tree goes up on Christmas Eve and comes down on New Year's Day. This shot was on the first roll I took in January of '98, so I'm fairly sure it was taken New Year's Day---and Dapper Sam was sleeping off his New Year's celebrations under the tree of '97. (Hey, just because he's neutered doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have fun; and, to judge from the number of sing-outs she did for him, she was having fun too!) |
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