The Christmas tree is at last up. I was able to erect the little symbol this past weekend, as previous ones have been busy, and I have little or no time on weeknights.
I placed it in the corner where the once neglected heated cat-bed had reposed. (I’m happy to write that both beds are being well-used these days). I had to store temporarily a small end-table and move the taller cat-tree a bit, but the space is more than adequate. The tree becomes a little more awful with each year’s compression in a box after the season has ended, but I still like to have it. It provides a little homeyness when lit at night.
So far, the cats have left it alone. Each is experienced with Christmas trees and only Cammie creates a disturbance, as she likes to rub against certain forms of plastic and then chew, as if she’s eaten some, which she never has. No one has dislodged or played with ornaments, though, to be safe, I hang bells on the lowest branches. They are metal and much more resistant to damage than their glass counterparts, and they will alert me to any skulking around the Christmas tree. (By the way, “Skulking Around the Christmas Tree” must be the worst title for any Yuletide song…)
In addition to the tree, I had to find a location for the stockings, as the apartment does not have a fireplace. I miss having a fireplace; I had one for eight years, in my previous apartment and in my house. This year, I nailed the stockings to bookcases; not really traditional, but books have always been more common in my residences than fireplaces, anyway.
So we are almost ready for the big day at our home. I’ve a couple more gifts to get - one less, if a planned present arrives by mail in time. I hope your preparations are in hand, if not already completed. I have to work on mine without any feline help at all, as you can see.