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---"All night there would be an occasional "plick" as the sticky pad on a bow would give out, and it would fall to the floor!"---
I hope those bows are all glued to a wooden form, and not just stuck directly on the wall. Otherwise, it'll be *plick..... plick.....plick....* followed by the sound of cats merrily batting them all about the house. You'll find the tattered green bows the following year, under the sofa and behind the book cases.
Posted by: Lois | September 10, 2008 at 11:52 PM
My cats got too fat to climb the tree. I have a cat that's pushing 20 lbs.
But before they did, I had to tie the sucker to the heater, and I'm not sure why it never caught on ifre.
Posted by: Crowchick | December 03, 2007 at 03:57 PM
We used to put a stout string around the tree trunk and nail it to the wall to prevent just such events - before we started doing that, I once was forced to roll action-movie style out of the way of a toppling tree. Cats. They climb trees.
Posted by: Bittergreen | November 29, 2007 at 12:49 PM
Perfect onomatopoeia, Glen! Just perfect.
Here's a Christmas memory along those lines. Many years ago, my mother had a precious black Pekingese named Suzie. It was Christmas time, so she had a tree up, and one day we were in the kitchen when Suzie came tearing through the kitchen, leaving the living room in a flash. Just a millisecond later, we found out why. There was a "Whoomp!" and the Christmas tree, which she'd obviously been pulling on, came tumbling down.
She was too sweet and cute to get mad at, though. Besides, we just picked the tree up and it was fine.
Posted by: Jim Dunn | November 29, 2007 at 12:12 PM
I can hear them now, in my mind's ear!
Posted by: Bittergreen | November 29, 2007 at 07:32 AM
All night there would be an occasional "plick" as the sticky pad on a bow would give out, and it would fall to the floor!
Posted by: glen.h | November 29, 2007 at 12:57 AM