I feel so torn this year. I love to decorate the house for the holidays. I had stopped for a few sad years and then started up again about three years ago.
It made me so happy to sit reading a book with the twinkle of Christmas lights all over the place. Aside from a few whaps at ornaments and lots of naps under the tree my Finny was a well behaved elder statescat. I miss her so much this year. I just knew last year that is would likely be the last Christmas holiday with my girl. I made a point to enjoy every moment I had with her.
Enter our boy. We just adore him. He is so crazy though, and such a klutz. I know he will be unable to resist, well, everything. I think instead of a star at the top of the tree we will have a very ample-sized kitten.
Ornaments? They don't stand a chance.
The mantle? Questionable. With stockings? Um, no.
The "snow-covered" mini trees on the pass-thru? Dangerous.
The white feather theme? Seems a risky choice at this time.
The delicate glass icicles? Um, maybe never again.
