Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I'm preparing this post on Tuesday evening. It's rained much of the day, with a high in the 70s. Tomorrow it's supposed to be partly cloudy with considerably cooler temps.
At this time of the year, I enjoy a chilly Florida, although the natives think they'll die when it dips below 60°.
And now here's the ornament of the day:
The first Christmas we had Milhous, he climbed the tree, stole the angel from the top, and bit her face off. The next Christmas, we came home to find he had knocked over the tree. It probably terrified him when it fell because, as far as I know, he never climbed the tree again. Instead he would lie under the tree as if he knew what a great gift he was.
Thanks for joining me again. I think I'm 1/3 of the way done with the tree, so plenty of ornaments still need to make an appearance.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
Your Milhous ornament is so cute! HRH liked to sit under the Christmas tree too like the tree skirt was her personal blankie, but she never climbed it or tripped it over. She only broke one ornament over the years, a glass ball I had foolishly put on a lower tree limb. So after that, only plastic ornaments were put down there.
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying your ornament videos tremendously! Thank you!
Thank you, Debra. When Milhous knocked over the tree, some glass bells broke. Miraculously, everything else remained intact. I have a special place in my heart for the ornaments associated with my now very grown-up children.
DeleteYikes! That cat would be so dead. (In a loving way.) I am one of those Floridian, btw. Went to Georgia for Thanksgiving and thought we might die. Miraculously, we made it back and everyone was breathing...but my goodness, were they happy to get back to the warmth. Me included. =D Wishing you a merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Crystal. Merry Christmas to you! When my son lived in Florida, he went native and wanted to run the furnace and space heaters all the time when he was in my house. I'm glad you survived Georgia.
DeleteOur cats never really bothered the tree much, except for the occasional low-hanging balls [on the tree, I mean.] 😳😳😳
ReplyDeleteBut they all liked to lay under it and pretend they were outside.
xoxo
Low-hanging balls . . . hmmmmm. I don't think Milhous pretended to be outside. He was sure he was a gift to us. Even when stacks of gifts were piled under the tree, he'd push his way in to join them.
DeleteCats and trees don't mix! Trees are for climbing and knocking things down.
ReplyDeleteYou understand the soul and brain of a cat.
DeleteCats can get into Christmas tree destruction more than dogs, I think. Milhous sounds like a sweetie! Love seeing all your ornaments! The pics were so funny! Have a great day, my friend. :)
ReplyDeleteMilhous was a very sweet cat. After we'd had him a while we adopted two other cats. The first was F. Cat Fitzgerald who hated me and loved my son. She also hated Faulkner. The first time she saw him she marched up to him and slapped him on his Collie snout. He wasn't bothered by it at all. Then we adopted Charlotte Mew, who was about as stupid as a cat could be but we loved her anyway.
DeleteThe cat with the fallen-over tree I've seen with "Thank goodness you're home! The tree tried to attack me!" George used to steal the chocolate ornaments.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it's true that the tree attacked the cat. I would also steal chocolate ornaments. Nothing chocolate would survive on my tree.
DeleteDear Janie, love this post. 😀 🐈 Cats are so curious and agile. Wreck the tree and blame the doggies 🐕 had me laughing. 😁 😂 Milhous sounds adorable.
ReplyDeleteMilhous was a wonderful cat. The first piece of writing I sold for money was a story about Milhous. That was a long time ago. I still miss him.
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