Cats and Christmas trees (a lethal combination....)
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JustBonee
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- Texas Gulf Coast
I don't have a cat anymore, but I've been told that if you get a Blue Spruce or Black Hill Spruce tree for Christmas that cats will stay away.
Any truth to that?
Any truth to that?
RadishRose
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Pappy
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Aunt Bea
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I say let the cats enjoy Christmas and help make family memories.
I remember when I was little we used to put the Christmas tree in the corner and string wire around the middle of it so the cat couldn't tip it over when he started climbing it or batting at his reflection in the ornaments.
In those days we didn't have a Christmas tree stand we used a galvanized bucket filled with rocks and water, the tree skirt was an old bed sheet draped around the base of the tree.
I remember that cat enjoying Christmas but I can't for the life of me remember what Santa Claus brought me that year.
I remember when I was little we used to put the Christmas tree in the corner and string wire around the middle of it so the cat couldn't tip it over when he started climbing it or batting at his reflection in the ornaments.
In those days we didn't have a Christmas tree stand we used a galvanized bucket filled with rocks and water, the tree skirt was an old bed sheet draped around the base of the tree.
I remember that cat enjoying Christmas but I can't for the life of me remember what Santa Claus brought me that year.
RadishRose
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Keesha
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Oh how adorable. My cat loves sitting under the tree swatting at balls. I sometimes hear them falling in the middle of the night
Meanderer
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Some years back we submitted a poem to a magazine called The Christmas cat. We each wrote our own version. Here's mine:
The Christmas Cat
By Me
Taffy
Our cat loves Christmas,
And that is that.
In fact we call her
The Christmas cat.
She lies and looks
At the Christmas yard,
She looks and stares,
And stares so hard.
When she was small,
She loved to crawl.
She crawled right
Through the scene.
Our catās an indoor cat,
No longer out of doors,
But this tree has no smell,
And this bird never soars.
Now sheās old and big,
And just lies still
Content to
Sleep and dream.
Dreams of birds and moles,
And mice and cream.
Thatās whatās in
Her sleepy dream.
Big glass balls are hung so high,
Like big glass moons up in the sky.
The little girls on their sled,
The fire engine painted red.
Two ducks a floating
On the pond,
The red barn and farm
That now are gone.
Cherubs on high
And wagons low
She watched them all
In the soft lights glow.
The train is gone
And in itās place
One engine of coal
And one of glass.
A little bird sits in her nest,
Warming little eggs.
She snuggly rests
Her little head and legs.
Two little mice
Asleep so nice
Inside their walnut shell
And dream of cats asleep as well.
Her hearings gone,
And sheās half blind,
But in this cold December,
In dreams she can remember.
Our cat just looks and stares
And wonders why this tree is there.
And to herself she seems to say
āEnjoy it while itās hereā!
P.S. Maybe itās only the nearby heating register!
By Me
Taffy
Our cat loves Christmas,
And that is that.
In fact we call her
The Christmas cat.
She lies and looks
At the Christmas yard,
She looks and stares,
And stares so hard.
When she was small,
She loved to crawl.
She crawled right
Through the scene.
Our catās an indoor cat,
No longer out of doors,
But this tree has no smell,
And this bird never soars.
Now sheās old and big,
And just lies still
Content to
Sleep and dream.
Dreams of birds and moles,
And mice and cream.
Thatās whatās in
Her sleepy dream.
Big glass balls are hung so high,
Like big glass moons up in the sky.
The little girls on their sled,
The fire engine painted red.
Two ducks a floating
On the pond,
The red barn and farm
That now are gone.
Cherubs on high
And wagons low
She watched them all
In the soft lights glow.
The train is gone
And in itās place
One engine of coal
And one of glass.
A little bird sits in her nest,
Warming little eggs.
She snuggly rests
Her little head and legs.
Two little mice
Asleep so nice
Inside their walnut shell
And dream of cats asleep as well.
Her hearings gone,
And sheās half blind,
But in this cold December,
In dreams she can remember.
Our cat just looks and stares
And wonders why this tree is there.
And to herself she seems to say
āEnjoy it while itās hereā!
P.S. Maybe itās only the nearby heating register!
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