Merry Christmas To Me! Part 2

Now, in the last Christmas based post I gave a very basic explanation and insight into the world of Christmas. During this one I will delve into some of the ways that I attempted to take part in the festive season, and also how this caused great turmoil for my hu-man's.

Me under the tree.

Now, I will start with the most obvious distraction for a young cat such as myself on my first festive period. The Christmas Tree. For some strange reason, my two hu-man's decided to take away the dining room table and chairs that were in the room- a stupid decision if you ask me considering there is not enough work surface's as it is- and replaced it with a tree.

I may have been able to resist this strange addition to the room, if it had not been for what they did next. . . not only did they add these strange little colourful flashing lights on a very long piece of string but they also raised the temptations by adding an assortment of beads, balls, sticks and birds. SURELY, this was meant for me, my new toy, why else would they make it such an excitable, glittery, bundle of joy??

Alas, it was not for me, I was vehemently chased away, hissed at, yelled at, even smacked for going anywhere near this pillar of kitten fun-filled goodness. . . but did this stop me from trying? Of course not! If anything, it just made me do it more. . . after all, it is dreadful fun to watch your hu-man have to get up from their warm, comfortable position on the sofa to chase you. . . only for you then to wrap yourself around the legs causing them to tumble to the ground in a loud, painful heaped mess!



Over a set amount of time, my hu-mans kept buying things, this is a normal thing for them to do, however, what was unusual was that they would then wrap them in paper and put pieces of colourful and shiny string around them. . . pulling on them with the edge of a blunt knife in order to make it spring in curls. . . This did not help at all, and I found myself struggling not to get involved. . . maybe they were trying to cut the pieces of string but failing? I can imagine this would be extremely annoying, so I decided to help. . .

Much to my annoyance, my servant did not appreciate this. They should have as it is very rare that we will do such a thing, we are after all leader of our households and should not take part in such frivolities, however, let's just say I was feeling "generous" considering the festive period.

But, instead of the grateful praise, a few treats and a rub under my chin, I -yet again- got shouted at, smacked and thrown from the room. . .

I was only trying to help! It is not my fault that my claws were sharper than I believed. . . but I can see why this would be a problem for them. . . after all my "mummy" (as she likes to call herself) did spend at least half an hour on each package making them look shiny and pretty. . . she spent a long time slaving over these to make them look perfect.

One attempt from my clawed paws to try and help and they end up a shredded, chewed and tattered mess. . . Next thing I know she is hopping with rage and having to re-do them. . .

Ah well, maybe I can keep my claws and teeth under control next year- although I have to say, boxed packages make very good scratching posts and teething rings. . .