Before Himself and I moved in together, I lived in a wee apartment with Child A. Because it was so small, when Christmas rolled around I borrowed a small, artifical tree from my mom because it worked in the little space.
I had also, the previous summer, acquired my first ever cat. She was also tiny and fit well in the apartment (although that was not actually a criteria in acquiring her).
For example, the interest a cat would have in a Christmas tree.
To a cat, a Christmas tree is just a climbing structure that has been upholstered with cat toys. Which the cat must think is the height of civilized convenience.
Once it was clear that Topaz had a distorted sense of entitlement as far as the tree was concerned, I simply laid down the law.
But NOW things would go as they were meant to.
Which eventually resulted in the invention of the world’s first…
Remember to be prepared. When you don’t have a Christmas tree condom is when you’ll need it most.
Then you’ll have to improvise something out of a wedgewood blue sheet and chip clips.
And we all know how well THAT sort of protection works.
Programming Note: Remember the Stupid Tax? No? Then head over to Mommy LeBron’s place, Rage Against the Washing Machine to read it.