Fried squid rings

Namo cat, on the brink of death for almost a year now, has turned into a glutton the moment I pick up my plate and sit down at the dining table. Well, that´s something new for a cat who does not feed most days. And if he does, you may say hello to the output in the blink of an eye. But Namo must have finally figured out that his care-giver is no friend of greens. Took him long enough! Salad yes, but there´s always some meat or fish or seafood on the menu. Well, fish not that often, because I do not tolerate saltwater fish at all, but freshwater fish you might find once a week on my plate. So today I sat down with lunch, and the next moment half-dead cat jumped onto the chair next to mine, and then came the pawing. Today it was fried squid rings for lunch. I ate the breading, Namo cat the rings. Highly probable that tomorrow his digestive system will be off balance again. I do not care anymore. Those few days or weeks he has left he may have what he loves. I grabbed some cookies instad and went upstairs to watch the Küchenschlacht. That was a show to behold! Never saw a juror taste the alcoholic beverages the amateur chefs did for today´s motto so enthusiastically- then dip the sweetened curd dumplings into garlic sauce and eat it. The face he made was hilarious!
Conservatory is almost ready for Christmas. I trimmed the palm- and olive trees, put them to their final resting place for winter season, put all the cookies into jars for consummation and vacuumed the floor. Hubby will do the windows, because cleaning lady is not allowed into the house-she refuses vaccination, is one of those we call schwurblers. Tomorrow I will put up the nativity set, I am pretty sure grandchild will immediately rearrange the figures, so I won´t put much thought into their order. As long as he won´t go for the catapult in the coffer (which unfortunately is in the same room) and shoots baby Jesus across the conservatory I do not care.
What I still have not managed is putting up at least one festive item for Christmassy touch into each room of the house. I will have to be quick, son will be back tomorrow, and I have to find a place where he won´t detect the offensive item at first sight. Last year I decorated two of his rum bottles, and he found out only after Christmas. This year my artist dolls are wearing those bottle costumes, and I will have to think up something new...