Merry Christmas from Music and Fiction. More stories to come in the next couple weeks!
© Scott VanNatter
You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet
by Miles H. Rost
“Now, Bobsie, stay out of the tree.”
My cat, the little furchild named Bobsie, looked at me with a blank state, before finally meowing. I took that to be a sign of acceptance, as I started wrapping my gifts.
I didn’t want a repeat of last year’s tree debacle, so I kept one eye on elusive Bobsie and one of my tape dispenser.
Things went swimmingly after that, until I finished with the last present, and threw the empty wrapping paper tube to the side.
I watched Bobsie leap from the table, catch the tube in mid-air, then cannonball straight into the tree. Half of the ornaments dropped, one or two cracking.
He found his way into the tree, and I am the one getting in trouble for it with my girlfriend, who just arrived home.
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Cats and Christmas trees… never a dull moment. Nor a vertical one. Nicely seasonal. 🙂
This sounds as though it could be true?
Not in my family! 😀
My cousin just got a new puppy who shredded the bottom branches off her tree. Apparently it is utterly decimated.
Pets and Christmas trees simply do not mix.
Quite!
It is a tradition in my family that the lower branches are never decorated with glass ornaments. What a fun story.
Oops! Some things are hard to explain.
I can relate to your sentence about everything going swimmingly until one mistaken move brings it all crashing down. My life feels like that very often. Wonderful story. I love Bobsie.
Never trust a cat, at Christmas! Very amusing.
A cat around Christmas decorations must be a direct corollary to Murphy’s Law. And of course they escape before the blame goes down. 🙂