Everyday dose of Reality
Having two cats for Christmas seems like it might be a challenge. I have always been a dog person, but about 6 months ago we got our first cat, Miss LuLu Bugginsworth. Two months ago we took in Mr. Tom from the little store down the road. Now that they have been around for a bit I sort of understand them, but this Christmas thing seems like there might be a battle brewing.
The other day Macgyver & I finished up the Christmas shopping. For the record, I hate shopping! I do all my grocery shopping once a month because I refuse to condemn myself to that routine more than one time a month. Then there is Christmas. I thought I had it, but no. We sat one morning after the kids left for school and made a tally sheet of who had what & were motivated enough to wrap while we made the list. Much to my disappointment we were eight presents short. Macgyver looked at me and announced, “let’s go woman, we are going to town”. The most dreaded words to be spoken directed at me. Suffice it to say off we went and several hours later we returned. My hair was mangled, mud splatters speckled the back of my pant-legs and bags hung from our arm as we shuffled up the sidewalk to our house.
The next morning while Macgyver stoked the fire, I pulled out all my present wrapping paraphernalia, again. LuLu and Tom took this as an invitation to declare battle. All the gifts were piled on one kitchen counter and the kitchen island was the command center for “wrapping central”. Cats sprung off counters at the command center as if shot from cannons. I grabbed a roll of foil paper that was spiraling out of control faster than Lindsey Lohan, and batted it at LuLu. She decided to spend her time on the floor, attacking my feet.
Mr. Tom, he is a pushy little fat man. When making my paper choice in the store I didn’t think for a second, shiny foil paper might be an issue. Our dogs just push presents around under the tree to make room for them to lay down. Cats, not so much. They attack! And, they attack anything and everything. Tom was in an all out war with command central and I was steering the wrapping machine. Roll out the paper and in jumps Tom. Move Tom and lay down a box on the paper. More Tom, now on the box laying down smacking the paper. Slide Tom off everything, pull paper, grab tape, push Tom, hold down paper with tongue on box while squinting one eye to aim for landing of tape and hold Tom back with free hand. I trip and break my neck as LuLu smacked and climbed up my legs. I swatted, wrapped, taped, shoved, pushed, battled ribbon rolls & Tom. I even stuck a bow on his head and he didn’t even flinch! Sure he shook it off, but then he attacked it. I shook the whole bag of bows at him to intimidate him and I swear to all that is good & holy, that cat laughed at me.
This weekend we are going to get our Christmas tree. I am expecting issues from the cats. So, I got to thinking what if I get a tiny tree for them. Lace it with catnip so they can climb in the tree and just lay around all cat-nipped out. What are the chances they wont attack the real tree and just be happy with the decoy tree?