I decided to put the Christmas tree up last night. I’m not sure why; I usually wait until at least the 12th to even consider it despite my love of all things festive. To be honest, I wish I had waited now… cats and Christmas trees, even fake ones, do not mix.
First, Hex insisted that he must help put it up. Every ‘branch’ had to be inspected, chewed and thoroughly killed. (I’m half expecting green bits of plastic material in his poop today.) We fetched out the spray water bottle to deter him, which worked on and off, or for at least enough time for us to finish assembling it and get our few decorations on.
Once the tree was ‘complete’, he started jumping up it to attack the baubles that we’d placed higher up. He even jumped off the windowsill onto the tree, somehow getting through or around the curtain to do so. His climbing and jumping has bent two of the lower branches and despite my feeble attempts to bend them back into shape the tree looks like its wilting.
Karl and I went to bed last night expecting to be woken up to the sound of the tree falling over, or the cat mewing because he’d got himself stuck. To my surprise, there was little evidence of misadventure when I got up to feed him this morning (7am) and only 4 decorations on the floor. Unfortunately, this had more than doubled to 9 by the time I got back out of bed nearer 10am, and the front of the tree had taken a blow by the look of it. He hasn’t left it alone since, aside from the few minutes he spent terrorising the Wii.
Karl and I are going on a bit of a mission today to try and find some cat-safe lights (LEDs instead of glass-based normal ones), but if that fails I’m just going to double-sided sticky the little shit (Hex, not Karl) to his blanket on the sofa. He won’t be able to play in the tree then!