This weekend, we’re going to get our cats their Christmas tree. This will be their fifth tree, and they have yet to break an ornament or climb onto a branch. (Not when we’ve been around to catch them, anyway.) They do like to lounge beneath the lowest limbs, and Sasha in particular seems to enjoy the fragrance, and occasionally a taste, of evergreen needles. Where conifers are concerned, though, they are good cats.
The cats aren’t the only ones around here who like Christmas trees. There are few things I find more relaxing at the end of a December evening than sitting in a room lit only by the twinkle of lights on the tree. Give me a mug of tea or hot cider or cocoa, and a blanket to wrap around my feet, and I’m content. If there’s a cat on my lap, even better.
While I’m a white lights kind of girl, I think this tree, in a side yard a few blocks from our house, looks lovely wrapped in its red, green and blue lights.
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This is just lovely. Last year, as our Kirby was still so young and rascally, we elected not to get a tree. This year, if all goes well, he’ll meet his first. I can’t wait to see his reaction.
Thanks, Jennifer. Our younger cats were almost three when we got a tree. There was some batting of lowest tier (unbreakable) ornaments, but that was all. I hope Kirby treats his first tree well.