This past weekend we brought the Christmas decorations down from the attic. With my husband working crazy hours the next couple weeks, I had this brilliant idea to just take everything out of the containers, pile it on the tables, and then work on decorating throughout this week. Well, Miss Naomi, had other ideas.
Once she saw the piles of glittering, sparkling, and shiny objects...a kitten's playground was created. Instead of relaxing on Sunday afternoon and evening, we decorated. Decoration Central was not by choice but instead, necessity. We came home from church Sunday morning to see Naomi's head peeking out from under the pile of Christmas sweaters, sweatshirts, and table cloths. I had to wash them again. She didn't greet us at the door, only peered out to say, "Yeah, I'm in this pile of goodies, what'cha going to do about it?" before pulling her head back underneath the abyss of Christmas cotton.
This was the moment we decided, it was decoration day. My husband, Ed, being wise, joined his buddies to watch football, escaping the adventure of decorating quicker than the kitten could pounce, play, and tackle. Ornaments, bells, and holiday stuffed animals eventually found homes around the house. Some even had the luxury of being dropped to the floor and then dragged across the floor. Once in the center of the floor, they were left...to wait.
I couldn't figure out what Miss Naomi was up to until she crouched across the top of the couch, prowled her way to the arm and then POUNCE! Poor Christmas mouse didn't know what hit it. If Toy Story is true, and stuffed animals are alive when we aren't in the room, I'd have to be the kitten after we left the room. But since Miss Naomi wasn't decorated with Christmas lights, the Disney movie really is fictional.
One of my daughters favorite things to do is set up the manger and organize the stuffed animals. Let's just say that her "everything has its spot" set-up, was disturbed over and over again as her precious kitten, Naomi, helped her arrange and rearrange. I, on the other hand, was very thankful because I was able to get the rest of the house decorated.
Do you see where this is going? Oh yeah, thank goodness it's only four feet tall because the tree, cat, and all it's ornaments toppled to the floor with a BANG! Mary startled awake from her morning nap and I sprung from my computer to see what happened.
What is your favorite Christmas Cat story?
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323