The Child and I decorated our Christmas tree tonight. It’s our fourth Christmas in this house. When I signed the initial lease I also acquired two cats. You’ve met Monty; his former colleague Lola passed away in January. She was the chaos muppet of the duo and a complete menace at Christmas. Here she is last year, casually cruising by the tree, not plotting, oh no, not at all:
I swear to God she knocked that damn tree down five times last year – and bear in mind that we take it down on January 6th. It’s not in the house that long! This year, given Lola’s absence and Monty’s studied disinterest in new shiny things, I figured we were safe. Up went the lodgepole pine, on went the baubles, and I stood back to take a photo: