Tuesday, December 09, 2008
At the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it's zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters descend upon us
My poor Ice-T has barfed on his single favorite material possession: the Christmas tree skirt! Poor critter.
Dr. ER caught him tryin' and failin' to eat a curled ribbon from a gift, and in the process of tryin' and failin' he frowed up right on the tree skirt.
And he spent the morning, pawin' at the nothin' -- and an Ace Hardware colored ad slick that happened to be on the floor -- tryin' to cover up his barf, and his shame.
(This photo in its original post two years ago.)
(Our cats also like hanging out under the tree. I suspect they particularly like the heat given off from the 950 lights.)
If your felines had access to real outside trees the plastic Xmas variety would not be so attractive. Put some grass and a climbable tree in the "Man Room" for them.