We knew we would have to worry about the cats knocking down the ornaments. And believe me, that happened a lot. Smarcade decided the ornaments were exactly like his plastic toys that he chases around the house, batting them into the air and bouncing them off of the walls. He also thought the bows on the gifts were chew toys. We didn’t want to buy new, so many of our relatives got chewed up bows on their presents this year. Sorry, but that’s how it goes.
Both of the cats also decided that their new favorite spot was beneath the tree, in a fort made of presents and pine needles. Sometimes they knocked presents over in their effort to get under there.
But this was also our first real Christmas tree,, so we had some unexpected incidents with our cat this year. First of all, if we were out of the house for more than an hour, we would return to a bed of pine needles covering the presents beneath the tree, and the surrounding area of the tree (up to several feet away). Sweet. We love vacuuming. There would also be bows, ribbons, and ornaments strewn throughout the house. It was like Easter, searching for hidden eggs. Except Smarcade was the Easter Kitty, and this game wasn’t so fun.
We found ourselves watering our tree more than once a day, which we found weird. We would fill the tree stand nice and high every morning, and by evening, it was more than halfway gone. Strange, we thought, but maybe our tree was just especially thirsty. No, the reason was much more…bizarre. We were finally able to blame it on our feline canine.
I had noticed, as I did things on the main floor (cooking, cleaning, etc.), that Smarcade would appear at my side with water around his mouth. As his water and food are in the basement, I found this odd, but thought nothing of it. That is, until the night I sat quietly on the couch near the tree with my computer. Lapping. I heard lapping coming from beneath the tree. Smarcade was DRINKING our tree’s water! Was I surprised? No. I can’t say I was. Should I have expected a cat-dog to do something like this? Probably.
Lesson learned: if you have cats, Christmas trees are difficult to enjoy. Real Christmas trees are nearly impossible. Don’t do it.