I have been wandering from place to place, with roommate after roommate, for the past few years. None of which did I feel comfortable putting up my Christmas decorations in or with. Not that my apartments were too small or my roommates were assholes or anything. It just didn't feel right putting up a tree with my family's decorations on it in a place that didn't feel like home. Well, now I have what I feel is a true home, with the most wonderful man that ever lived and a cat that I love so much, but loves being naughty more than me or said wonderful man. Which brings me to my problem....that f-ing cat.....
I love the cat and everything, but he is a little pistol and gets into everything. The garbage, my underwear drawer, under the sink, under the bed, under my FEET and everything else he can either leap or scrapple up (scrapple is a term we made up that describes when a cat uses their claws to scratch up any surface in order to get where they need to go, JSYK). That being said, a Christmas tree is out of the question. We tried to put one up last year and, within an hour, Hammy had taken all of the garland off and was eating like 6 candy canes at once. Not that I blame him. The tree was just too much for him. All the glitter, lights and general wonderment made it impossible to leave alone. So...no tree.
XOXOXO
The garland was staple-gunned to the ceiling with care...
ReplyDeleteI also have a made-up cat word. Cat-ness:the gross hair and dirt crap that the cat leaves in my bed if I don't make it up first thing in the morning. Being indoor/outdoor cats means if they end up indoors all day with an un-made bed they will sit for hours meticulously cleaning and plucking the filth from between their stinky little cat toes and leave me all the chunky cat grossness, aka -Cat-ness. As in "Damn it, I forgot to make the bed and now it's got catness allllllll over.
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