Okay, Oliver-I Surrender!

I have enjoyed my little Christmas tree (15 inches tall)

for several seasons.  I found little mirror balls (3/4 inch)

and a small star (1 ½ inches) tree topper and tiny

golden garlands to match.  I completed the ensemble

with a string of 50 multi-colored mini lights.

My little Christmas tree fit easily on a 3 ½ foot tall

bookcase. It captures the spirit of Christmas without

being too obtrusive.

Thanks to Oliver, the Terrible, aka Oliver Twist, my

Tortoise shell young cat, this is the little Christmas

Tree’s last year and unexpectedly, it’s last day on Earth

I cannot fight Oliver, the Terrible, any more. I’ve had

to right the tree every morning and throw away chewed

mirror balls, since I put it up in early December. For awhile

I transported it to the closet before I went to bed, but

I tired of that chore.

This morning when I came down, the tree was stripped of

its remaining balls, lying woefully on the floor. I found

a lonely little ball, half-chewed in the middle of my living

room, Oliver’s final statement on his disregard for the Little

Christmas Tree’s good cheer!

For next year, I plan a new Christmas tradition: I am thinking,

perhaps, I’ll design a 3 foot tall wrought iron tree and commission

a blacksmith to build it. Then, I’ll bolt it to the bookshelf!

Not going to tolerate Oliver, the Terrible, violating my holiday

experience again. Yeah, that’ll fix his furry ass…

I do have two cats. Winston, the grey gentleman, does not

seem interested in making a ruckus about the Little Christmas

Tree. He seems oblivious to Oliver’s treachery. For all I know

Winston is the mastermind and Oliver is the hit man.

I used to leave my Christmas decorations up until the end of

January; cheery lights to pick me up during the drabbest month

of the year.

Sometimes when you share space with other souls, it is wise

to compromise. Have a lovely New Year’s celebration. I know

I will, despite my delinquent cat!

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