Can't keep the cats out of the tree

The cats are finally respecting the Christmas Tree. Or, maybe I should say they understand that playing with the ornaments is a no-no.

Penny will still pick one off once in a while, but she drops it the minute one of use comes into the room and acts like it never happened. Like it just jumped off the tree on its own, as they do, and she rescued it. "So, here, heeere ya go...you can stick this back on there now, because, you know...well, we all know it's not a cute, shiny toy, not even for an amazing, do-gooder little kitty like me."

Penny's into gaslighting.
 
OneEyedDiva said:
My son sent me a video highlighting a fight between a cat and snake (don't think it was a copperhead though). The narrator said in fights against cats and snakes, the cat will always win because it is faster and of course, their natural hunting instinct can make them ferocious.
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I agree with that assessment. And cat's tracking ability and reaction time are unfathomable.
 

OneEyedDiva said:
Well yeah...for any cat owners silly enough to get glass ornaments! :LOL:
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When I was a kid, I think all Christmas-tree ornaments were glass...very thin glass.

When my baby brother was about a year and 1/2 old, he plucked a red ball-shaped ornament off the tree and bit into it like it was a cupcake, and actually started chewing. Mom sprang off the couch screaming for my dad, and ran over to Mac and did her best to brush all the tiny pieces of glass out of his little mouth, but it seemed like that was only causing micro cuts and a bit of bleeding.

Dad rushed in and scooped Mac up and ran into the bathroom, and Mom ran behind him, crying and loosing her shizzle. I don't know what they did in there, but me and my brothers stood with our ears to the bathroom door and heard water running in the sink, and my parents yelling about the hospital and glass getting lodged in baby Mac's stomach and his bowels, and cutting up his anus when he pooped it out.

It was horrifying.

Then Mom burst out of the bathroom, wide-eyed and wild looking, and she ran into the kitchen to call Mac's doctor or the ER's nurse on duty, I'm not sure which, and we all looked into the bathroom and saw Dad holding Mac sort of head-down over the sink, gently flushing his little mouth with handfuls of water, pausing to look down his throat every few flushes.

Finally, Dad yelled "I got it all!" And apparently, that was the all-clear, and Mom came into the bathroom to look down Mac's throat, and she kept asking "Are you sure, Jack? How can you be sure?"

He was sure.

Mom checked Mac's poop for days, but he was fine, and so was his anus. He never touched the tree ornaments after that. Not until he was old enough to help hang them on the tree, when he was about 7, and didn't remember trying to snack on one.

Still, Mac always preferred to be a tinsel-hanger.
 
Murrmurr said:
When I was a kid, I think all Christmas-tree ornaments were glass...very thin glass.

When my baby brother was about a year and 1/2 old, he plucked a red ball-shaped ornament off the tree and bit into it like it was a cupcake, and actually started chewing. Mom sprang off the couch screaming for my dad, and ran over to Mac and did her best to brush all the tiny pieces of glass out of his little mouth, but it seemed like that was only causing micro cuts and a bit of bleeding.

Dad rushed in and scooped Mac up and ran into the bathroom, and Mom ran behind him, crying and loosing her shizzle. I don't know what they did in there, but me and my brothers stood with our ears to the bathroom door and heard water running in the sink, and my parents yelling about the hospital and glass getting lodged in baby Mac's stomach and his bowels, and cutting up his anus when he pooped it out.

It was horrifying.

Then Mom burst out of the bathroom, wide-eyed and wild looking, and she ran into the kitchen to call Mac's doctor or the ER's nurse on duty, I'm not sure which, and we all looked into the bathroom and saw Dad holding Mac sort of head-down over the sink, gently flushing his little mouth with handfuls of water, pausing to look down his throat every few flushes.

Finally, Dad yelled "I got it all!" And apparently, that was the all-clear, and Mom came into the bathroom to look down Mac's throat, and she kept asking "Are you sure, Jack? How can you be sure?"

He was sure.

Mom checked Mac's poop for days, but he was fine, and so was his anus. He never touched the tree ornaments after that. Not until he was old enough to help hang them on the tree, when he was about 7, and didn't remember trying to snack on one.

Still, Mac always preferred to be a tinsel-hanger.
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What a terrifying experience for your family! Thank God your brother expelled it all and was alright, thanks to your quick thinking parents. I remember those thin ornaments. They were so pretty, but not at all practical. At some point, my mother got satiny fabric ones. We had a pet at least some of the time. Can't remember any trees coming down.
 
A woman at the emergency room last night was telling me she hangs pine scented car fresheners in her tree which the strong scent of them repels her cats from going into the Christmas tree. Might be worth a shot.
 
Gemma said:
A woman at the emergency room last night was telling me she hangs pine scented car fresheners in her tree which the strong scent of them repels her cats from going into the Christmas tree. Might be worth a shot.
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Not a bad idea.

None of my cats have actually tried to climb the tree or get into it, they just like to poke at an ornament until it falls off so they can play with it.
 
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