After I posted last Friday that Sasha wasn’t going to have a Christmas tree, I began feeling a little sad. This is the McKittens’ fourth Christmas with us, and we haven’t had a Christmas tree any of the past three years. When Philip offered to contribute to the Buy Sasha a Tree fund, I caved enough to mention to Paul that I’d like to have a tree, and that the cats might be old enough to behave around it.
I arrived home from work (way too late) this evening to find a sweet little noble fir tree in our living room’s corner bay. (Thanks, sweetheart!) The cats’ initial interest had waned in the hours since Paul brought the tree home, but strings of red wooden beads and lights piqued their kitty curiousity again.
I decorated especially for Sasha (and Sergei and Lyra), using only non-fragile ornaments: painted wooden doves and angels, tatted lace snowflakes (sturdier than they look), and a quartet of Santas: three of quilted felt, the fourth, swinging on a quarter moon at the top of the tree, of something unnatural and seemingly unbreakable.
Here’s Sasha with his tree, which – so far, knock on wood – he has been enjoying from floor level.