They've started again with the cruel season. They put toys all over the house and then freak out when I play with them.
a tree full of shinies and danglies in the corner of the living room,
but "NO! Don't touch!" happens when I get anywhere near it. I managed to
get in a few minutes of exercise with several of the things they hung
on it while everyone was somewhere else. First I had to un-stick the
nice things from the tree, which was hard. Then I had fun chasing them
around on the floor--at least until Dad came in and bellowed like an
angry bull, "Mary! Come see what your cat did!"
put pretty things on end tables and shelves too, but again, I'm just
supposed to look at them. A grouping of half a dozen figurines in a
little wooden shed sits on the coffee table. I knocked them onto the
floor to see if they'd roll nicely on the carpet. Only one of them did,
but that one was fun to bat around until it went under the piano too far
for me to reach. Mom had to get the broom and use the handle to
retrieve it, and she wasn't happy.
Yesterday Oldest Girl
put some things under the tree wrapped in paper and decorated with bits
of ribbon. The ribbon is fun to chew on, and the paper is easy to shred
when you've got claws as nice as mine, but when she saw what I was
doing, she swatted me! I had to escape up the tree, which set it to
swaying back and forth, and then EVERYbody was upset.
I don't get this Christmas thing.