I think that, this year, when I sing Christmas carols in a slightly insanely exuberant fashion, I might replace select words with ‘cat’. For extra crazy. I’m not sure yet, but I was enjoying belting out ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Catmas’ earlier, so it seems like a thing. Oh, wait — that wasn’t it. It was, ‘Have a Holly, Jolly Catmas’*. Duh.
I had to pick up a million zillion Expedit bookshelves from Ikea the other day, and I spotted these paper star lights, which were very sensibly priced. Except that I meant to get the reasonably-, medium-sized ones and somehow wound up with jumbo-size. Excuse the haphazard cord — I have to get a small extension and then tack it down along the trim, to get it out of the way.
I put the big white tree up and decorated it today, and the baby dog hasn’t tried to climb it yet (hooray!). Occasionally, Birdy gnaws on the lower branches, ignoring my gentle requests for her to stop. At that point, I grab the rawhide away from Nova (there’s always a rawhide) and throw it in Birdy’s direction (not hitting her, of course), which causes Nova to leap off the sofa and run towards the tree, scaring Birdy away. I need so many pets to keep the other pets in line, you see.
* In case you’re wondering, the main lyric of this song is ‘Have a holly, jolly Catmas / It’s the best cat of the year / I don’t know if there’ll be cats / but have a cat of cheer.’