*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[sourland]

Is there a reason that I am unaware of? After all I am harmless.

The boy must swim.

 

[Bunnylady]

Our Christmas trees wind up being a family project. They used to be my responsibility, and Hubby insists that I rearrange things to suit myself, anyway (I don't).

He decided to put some lights on a few days ago - green, blue, and white lights; don't ask me, I don't know! DD put a few ornaments on, but then it was bedtime, so the job never got finished. She and I will have to get the rest done today, so I can get the boxes the ornaments came in back into the attic before the cats destroy them.

Having Christmas trees and animals in the same house has always been a bit tricky for us. Last year, one of our cats was sleeping in the tree, though how she managed it mystified me.

I have to be careful about which ornaments I use where, because some just seem to scream "cat toy" for some reason. The worst problem I had with a tree was years ago, before my son was born. We had two inside/outside cats then. That year, we had a white-and-gold angel-themed tree. I had spent a lot of time choosing the best places to hang the ornaments and making sure the bead garland was draped just so; I was quite pleased with the final result. It lasted for two days. Snicker and O.J. (the cats) were playing near the tree, and Snicker somehow got the garland caught on his collar. He took off down the hall, with the hissing and rattling sounds of the bead garland spurring him to a state of near panic. The garland got stripped off the tree in about 5 seconds, with angels and snowflakes flying in all directions. By the time I caught the frightened cat and freed him from the garland, the tree was a shambles. I tried to put it all back together, but it was never the same. Snicker wanted nothing to do with the tree after that, but O.J. was made of sterner stuff. He couldn't resist playing with some of the ornaments. Every day when I got home, I'd find fallen angels all over the floor.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

You do seem rather harmless George.

 

[sourland]

lady, great word image of the panic stricken cat stripping the garland from the tree. While in our first apartment we were temporarily adopted by 'Mike the Cat'. One evening sitting in our small living room I saw Mike staring at the tree. His intent became readily apparent. Just as I screamed, "Mike", he launched himself - hit the tree mid height - and brought it to the floor with a great clatter.

That spring I had to bring one of the beagles into the house because of a disc problem. Mike took one look at her, walked out the front door just as he had come in and never returned.



Harmless George

The boy must swim!

 

[Wisher1000]

Where is that mistletoe? I'll get my chair and chap stick....

 

[Yessur Ebob]

Yebob!! You great beautiful lump, you're home! We missed having a mostly un-sparkly person around!!

Tani!! Person that likes to get me into trouble, I'm home!

I missed you all too.

 

[Yessur Ebob]

Poor Bob. It won't be long before the sparkle rubs off around here. Here Bob, come have some sparkle. I'll teach you how to use it.

Uhhhh, I think I hear my mom calling.

 

[sourland]

Uhhhh, I think I hear my mom calling.

Run, yebob, run!

 

[Yessur Ebob]

Is there a reason that I am unaware of? After all I am harmless.

The boy must swim.

I'm allergic to water.

 

[Bunnylady]

Uhhhh, I think I hear my mom calling.

I'm beginning to really respect Ebob. He's wise beyond his years!