My first marriage and my first home, I wanted my Christmas to be amazing. My new home had a 12 foot high ceiling in the living room... I wanted a tree that would reach all the way to the top. A real tree.
Now with a tree that tall... the girth of such a find is proportionate. I can’t even remember how we got the monster home. It had to have been on one of our small cars. I’m pretty sure my first husband would not put a tree on top of his Eclipse... so it must have been my Hyundai. The tree, I’m certain, was larger than the car.
Erecting the tree was another feat. We had to saw off about a foot and then go to a store that carried a base for a tree that was as large as the one trying to grace my living room. Once it was set up, it was so wide around, it took up almost the entire living room. We would have to squeeze onto one end of the sofa to watch TV.
The cats thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I had three cats at the time. I was dumb and did not know that tinsel and cats don’t go together (more on that in a moment). Anyway, the cats could perch comfortably on the bold branches of this tree and sleep; and they did. We had live kitty ornaments. No fear of them knocking that massive thing over.
Now... I put tinsel all over the tree. I’ve always thought tinsel was so pretty. Tinsel is not good for kitty cats because certain kitty cats like to eat tinsel and it comes out exactly how it goes in.
One of my cats was somewhat neurotic. She was afraid of her own shadow. And she had swallowed some tinsel apparently. I knew this because she came flying out of the litter box running through the house with a turd on a string... chasing her.
Just a word of warning, if you have little fur babies. Don’t put tinsel on your tree.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!
