I was able to find a space for my Christmas tree, after all.
I want to thank all those who made suggestions of how I could put up a tree. The table-top tree idea didn’t work as the only table I have is the dining table, which I use for writing, as well as eating. There isn’t room for a coffee-table in the sitting room, not if I want the cats’ nylon tunnel there and space for all the beasts (and myself) to walk about. A real tree isn’t permitted in the apartment building.
The most interesting idea was an outside tree, but with the wind we get here that isn’t practical. The wind often blows as strongly as forty or fifty miles per hour, and this past month, we’ve had day after day of it. I couldn’t decorate the tree except for lights, anyway. As well, the sudden appearance of a tree might frighten off the outsider-cats just when they are coming to trust the location for food and water.
Looking at my sitting room, however, I realised that I could put away a small end-table for the Twelve Days and have space. So far, the new (and temporary) arrangement is successful. I did have to speak sternly to Parker, as he was showing too much attention to the tree and its ornaments. But he now knows that he is not supposed to be near there, so a simple warning from me is enough to move him on. Cammie too likes rubbing up against the branches, but does not do it often.
So the tree is up, and the stockings are hung. The big day is swiftly approaching and, with the tree in place, it feels quite like the Yuletide is here. I hope everyone’s preparations are progressing and that they are looking forward to a joyful holiday.