What's up, my blog peeps? Have you guys ever noticed that about once every 11 months or so this big green thing pops up in the middle of the living room? The Woman calls it a Christmas tree, I call it a new toy.
The first time I ever saw one of these big green things in the living room was when I was a kitten - barely a year old. I thought it looked like a good place for a nap, so I climbed up in it and went to sleep. It smelled so good! It was a "real tree" - that's what The Woman said. But when she found me sleeping in the tree, well, she laughed at me. I HATE it when she does that. Why is she laughing at me for taking a nap?
The next year when the thing showed up again, I tried to climb up again for another nap. That time, though, I was too big, and it was too unstable for me. I learned my lesson. Now I just like to sleep UNDER the tree, and play with any low-hanging - what's she call 'em? - ornaments that look too tempting to ignore. But the green things don't smell nice anymore. I tried to ask The Woman why the lovely smell had gone away, but whenever I do she goes on a rampage. Something about Fairfax County and idiots and passing laws about "real trees" not being allowed in apartments, and fire risks, and taking some stick out of their butts and catching real criminals and it makes me dizzy and her mad, so I don't ask anymore. She broke the law a few years ago, thumbed her nose at authority, but it seemed it was too hard to dispose of the dead green thing after Christmas (it being illegal and all) so she gave up and ordered a fake green thing that she has to assemble every year. It's still pretty, I think, even without the lovely smell.
This year she did something new - she decorated the fireplace and windowsills with lights. I like to sit in the windowsill, and didn't think I should stop just because there were lights there. So the other day when it was real windy and I wanted to watch the trees blow, I jumped up on the windowsill to get a good look. But everytime I tried to lie down, something would poke at my back end. I kept popping my butt up and down, not knowing why I was so uncomfortable. Then she did it. The Woman LAUGHED at me again, said she liked my "little dance" and moved the light out of the way so I could sit down. *humph.
There are also these boxes under the green thing with pretty paper wrapped around them. I usually prefer my boxes open with me inside them, but these are still fun. I've claimed them all! Well, I guess it's time for me to go back to sleeping under the green thing. Remember the reason for the season, and Peace out!