Back when we had multiple cats, they used to compete — or at least we imagined it that way — to be the Christmas Kitty every year.
Basically, it was which one of them looked cutest under the tree.
Sasha’s our only cat now, but she carries on the tradition well.
She’s a good girl, but there’s one thing she does — no matter how much we tell her to stop — that baffles us.
She eats the tree.
If she chewed on the needles of a real tree, it would still be a problem (and we’d probably see the effects on our floor), but at least those are plants, which animals may eat …?
However, our tree is a fake tree. She’s chewing on plastic needles that have been treated with who knows what kind of chemicals.
It just can’t taste any good.
Gnawing on branches isn’t Sasha’s only tree-related alleged malfeasance. Suzi and I once came home to find this scene of Santa looking like he had been on the wrong end of a serious bender.
Sasha, however, insisted she had nothing to do with it, and without any witnesses, claimed it was fake news.
P.S. Here are the cats Suzi and I have had together at their Christmas best.
This is Skippy.
Here’s Silly, the cat this blog is named after. Sasha learned well from her older brothers. From Skippy, she picked up “I can get away with anything if I look cute,” and Silly taught her how to paw at me if I’m not paying enough attention.
It’s not a Christmas photo, and she was gone before we got Sasha, but there’s no way I’m leaving out Scrapper.