We or rather I decided on a real tree for Christmas. “It would not be the same without a real tree “, I said. Paul however did point out that we had a new addition to our family this year, a four month old kitten, who loves to collect anything that is sparkly and has a ribbon attached. A prized collection which she stashes underneath my bed for later use. So far she has my beads, ribbons, Christmas paper, toys, glossy paper bags and string.
O.K, plan A, decorate the tree and see what happens or plan B decorate the tree, remove it to the balcony and clean up the mess.
A cautious plan A.
Cleo loves the tree but a little too much. “That’s so mine…”
Paul and I placed the baubles onto the tree while Cleo being helpful as ever tried to take them off. I did have a vision of a bare tree and Cleo sitting proudly, surrounded by baubles. However, after a few “no” accompanied by the pointing of the naughty finger Cleo calmed down. She still has a sneaky go now and again when she thinks she can get away with it but so far we have not had to resort to plan B, bless her she is so good.
Cleo and Angel watching the supermarket being decorated.
The supermarket looks brilliant with its gold bows and ribbon.
Joyeux Noël from Daglan.