I have forgotten to post this the last… two years? This was the first Christmas with the kittens… however… nothing has changed.
A few weeks ago we put our Christmas tree up while the kittens stood back and scoped it out. My plan was to leave the tree up a few days to let them get used to it and try and avoid a toppled tree.
They couldn’t care less.
The next day none of them even acknowledged the 8 foot monster of a Christmas tree in our living room. Nothing. Nada.
So we put lights on it. Static lights – nothing blinky. And I tried to pick all of the tinsel off from years past which had somehow been superglued into the needles.
Thinking I had the only three cats on the planet that didn’t care about a Christmas Tree and silently rejoicing that I didnt have the little terror cats that I have heard horror stories about from so many of my friends, I decorated the tree that third night with ornaments, built a fire, sat back and watched the tree, and went to bed a happy girl.
The next morning as I was sitting in my office I heard an ornament go bouncing across the floor. I walked into the living room to see all three cats just hanging out, grooming themselves in the living room. Still acting completely oblivious to the tree. So I figured one had just fallen lose from the tree… ya know, GRAVITY.
The next morning however…. I caught Stella… red handed. Or red pawed, as the case may be.
Here we go….good thing I had enough sense to get plastic ornaments.
Bets on how long it takes her to try and climb it?