Dad tried to be clever with the camera on Christmas Day and got this picture of me under the coffee table in the living room. Note that I was on the "fancy rug" that I almost threw up on a few minutes later. But, really, it was all dad's fault - he had bought Mom some pretty roses a few days before, and they were on the kitchen table. I couldn't resist the greenery with the flowers and had myself a nice little snack of it while they were chatting on the phone with my human brother. All their fault - right?
Fortunately we left the white poinsettia on the coffee table (just slightly visible) alone.