I put up my Christmas tree this past Friday. I have not decorated it, except for the lights, as I figured I would take it one step at a time. Hector is, after all, new.
To my surprise, the boy has completely ignored the tree. This is a cat who will leap up on to the kitchen counters at the slightest hint of food, or hurry over to anything dropped on the floor; play with a dangling electrical cord, and slap small marks on the wall. But the tree, bright with lights, and new and invasive in its spot in the sitting room, did not exist for him. Strange little fellow.
I also hung the stockings. You will note that there are four cats’ stockings. I wanted to include Tucker in this little custom, as I have included him on my Christmas card. He came close to staying for one more Yuletide. And he would never have been able to claim the fancy stocking that goes to the senior cat if I didn’t give it to him this year. Josie relinquished the senior’s stocking only when she died in February, so Tucker would have had no chance at it if he didn’t have it now, despite his absence. Next year, it will be Renn’s, but this year, it is Tucker’s.