Misty, when I was in my twenties we had a Balinese, MajorFuzz, who behaved providing we saved him one of the lower branches of our giant pine Xmas tree as his "special Xmas space." lol. I can still see him, his fuzzy, cross-eyed, blue-tinged
face, smugly staring at me between the decorated branches. In thirteen years--after which he stopped "tree-sitting", only one ornament was broken. He did however continue to chew tinsel and spit it all over the floor, until I stopped adding it to the tree.
Presently, I have a caterrorist who eats wool socks, and totally destroyed the beautiful wool alpaca I had. Aaaagh!