Oh Christmas Tree
I am anxious to see if the Christmas tree will still be standing when I get home from work today. Dom is doing his damnedest to shimmy up the middle of the tree and dismantle it from the top down. We have a fake tree, and the middle part of it is basically a pole lined with pine-like synthetic material. It is quite easy for a kitty with claws to get a good toe-hold. And with his 12.5 pounds of pure terror, I'm fairly certain that he could topple the whole darn thing. And send it crashing through our picture window.

Yesterday, he would wait until we weren't looking and take his best shot at climbing it. We brought out the spray bottle and he got sprayed a couple of times. I kept yelling "four on the floor" to him, and every time I'd see his paw go up to either bat an ornament or to begin the pole climb, he would get sprayed. But when he wants to do something, ain't nothing going to stop him, even if he has to wait a week to do it.

My husband's shoes scare him, as a result of some unfortunate incidents where his tail was stepped on because he was underfoot, so we're thinking that if he won't leave the tree alone, we'll put the shoes under the tree and maybe that will do the trick. (The same shoes that kicked his butt the other day, I might add.)

Meanwhile, Molly just looked at the tree with a "huhhh?" expression on her face, and then went back to whatever she was doing. It's so funny how different the two of them are.

If worse comes to worse, the tree will have to be moved, anchored, strapped down, and stripped of any ornaments of sentimental value that could get broken, gummed, clawed, or batted underneath a large appliance. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.