Indeed, Tiggy’s fiery fur contrasted with her newly sugar-coated brrr-der,

But her tasting tassel flickered in sync—a fire-flaught of pink—with each merry blink. ; )

Gigi’s proprioception—a bit askew, possibly due to those crumbs from the you-know-how fond of sharing bread past its date of due—had her bill fumbling a bit, to start, over the scattered seeds, but she eventually cleaned her place—and followed with a return to her nest for sated zees. ; )