Mom is wondering what she is going to do about putting up the Christmas tree this year. It is bad enough that she could never keep the bottom of the tree decorated for the last 4 years because my fat furry brother would never leave the ornaments on the branches. Now she is positive that I will be climbing up the tree faster than she can get it straight and the lights plugged in.
Yeah, she’s probably right.
Her daughters, however, are not down at all with no Christmas tree going up. So she can either put the tree up, and strap it to a wall so I don’t knock it down, or plan on picking the tree up several times a day. Either way, I will be climbing it.
It is a tree.
I am a cat.