Cats and Christmas

Five years ago my husband came home with my Christmas gift on December 16th. The gift was a sweet little 4 pound, 4 month old kitty that I named Dinsdale (a name I liked from a skit in one of the Monty Python episodes... one that involved a giant hedgehog, but I won't go into all that just now, lol).

That first Christmas he loved jumping into the middle of a small artificial tree that my husband was trying to put up in the sunroom. We gave up on the idea of ornaments for that tree, and just added some garlands so Dinsey could have lots of fun leaping into the tree and pulling them down.

The past few years he's enjoyed visiting the tree in our daughter's room, and pulling off some of the lower ornaments (much to her aggravation!). This year we only have one tree up so far (which will be decorated today). He hasn't shown much interest until I added a piece of Christmas flannel underneath, along with some presents. Here he is, enjoying a favorite spot... (his eyes are green, but are a bit "scary" in this picture *smile*)


Later in the day he was curled up in his bed, but something caught his attention. He sat up, and for the longest time stared at the snowglobe (with a scene of New York City) that I placed on the hearth. After giggling with our daughter for awhile, I decided to grab the camera and take his picture...


He finally got tired once again, and decided to go back to sleep...