Popeye's 3rd Christmas
I figured I'd take a picture of our tree before Popeye completely destroyed my already haphazard arrangement.
Here's Popeye once the catnip got broken out. Looks as if my trepidations were well-founded.
Peace on earth and
posted by jurassicpork @ Sunday, December 25, 2011
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In 1998 , the first year we were in our house, Guinevere decided our articifical tree was her new bed. The higher up, the better. At the end of that Christmas, we had to throw that tree out because the upper branches were so badly bent they could not be straightened out again.
So next year we bought a real tree. She stayed out of it. I guess she didn't like the smell. Three years of real trees, Guinevere didn't climb. We bought a new fake and to our surprise, she seemed to be no longer interested in climbing the Festivus tree.
Until this year. I don't know how many times I pulled her out of that tree and boy was she pissed. The royal bitch is 14 years old and you'd think she'd be beyond this at her age, but no.
Thanks for the pics, it looked like a lovely day.
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