I would have wished everyone a Merry Christmas, but I was too busy drowning in rabid consumerism and the complete bastardization of an originally-pagan and probably at one point meaningful holiday for the nefarious purposes of wealthy capitalists.
So. You know. Happy Sunday instead.
Also, um. If anyone sees a cat hanging around Hamartia, he's mine. He has a collar, his name is Chistery.
And he might have wings today. So if you could just let me know, I'll come to wherever he's wandered to and grab him.
[There is, in fact, a winged cat slinking around Hamartia for all of Sunday. He's black and white, with a red collar and the appropriate license tags. His wings are also black and white to match his fur, and capable of bearing him aloft for short distances. The cat is not a fan of flying, though. At about 7 AM on Monday, his wings will begin to shrink and over the course of about an hour will disappear – back to being a normal cat for Chistery.]