>Nothing but Kitty Coal for ChristmasPosted: December 3, 2010
>So tomorrow we are putting up the Christmas tree. If we would have let Mea decide when it would have gone up, it probably would have never come down. She loves the Christmas tree.
I’m a little concerned about it this year.
I hadn’t really thought about it much until we started the annual rearrange the living room, to make room for the tree moving of furniture. We have two new house guests since last year.
|We have been very, very, very, NAUGHTY this year Santa. Please bring us coal for our stockings.|
They are T.R.O.U.B.L.E. Really. They may look all cute and innocent, but they are going to end up tipping my tree over. I’m sure of it.
Last week I came home at lunch time to find, half of my mini-blinds in my bedroom broken, and somehow had broken the chain and the handle off of the switch on the ceiling fan in my bedroom. It is not long. Mea can’t even reach it standing on my bed. Apparently determined kitties can get it by doing sky-diving maneuvers in my bedroom.*
They have been beating up my dog. If he is sitting on my lap like a good boy, they will jump up on the couch, try to get on my lap, walk up, wedge their way between me and the dog, and if he still doesn’t move, they will start boxing the hell out of him. Last night, I watched them both beat him up at the same time, if I hadn’t made them stop I don’t think they ever would have. It would have been a cats vs. dog version of Rocky or something. “Yo, Winston!” Why in the world, doesn’t he do something? I seriously think he’s afraid of them, and I think he hasn’t realized that they don’t have claws anymore.
So glass ornaments on the top. Try very hard to lock kitties up in basement each day before leaving for work, and hope that they don’t do any Houdini tricks to get upstairs and into the tree.
*Note to self…must set up hidden camera to catch them talking and plotting their destruction, could win money on that pets show, or AFV. Yeah, right.