No, this will not become a cat blog. But I have to share this slice of life with feline:
For years, I had believed Barbie was the dumber of our two cats. After Tuesday night, I'm not so sure.
Last Christmas, my in-laws gave us a cuckoo clock. It's hanging in the living room about two feet diagonally from a cherry filing cabinet. A constant source of amusement in the household has been how Chocolate, adopted three-and-a-half years ago from the Woodford Humane Society, will leap to the top of the filing cabinet and sit in striking pose uttering a cackling meow at the bird, as it chirps the hour.
Over the weekend, we put up the Christmas tree in the corner between the filing cabinet and the cuckoo clock. It's artificial tree, as a concession to the cats. I love the smell of pine in the house at Christmas. But Barbie, aka Dorky Kitty, will drink from any open source of water, and since we are told the sap in Christmas tree water will kill an animal if they drink it, we decided we needed to go artificial. She might also attempt to eat the branches, as she tries to eat everything else. Despite this, Chocolate is the big girl of the pair. Maybe it's their names.
Anyway, Christmas tree between cabinet and cuckoo clock. At 11 p.m. Tuesday, the bird begins her chirp. Chocolate shoots to the couch and leaps for the filing cabinet.
At this point, my daughter's version and mine diverge:
~ As I saw it, Chocolate hit the filing cabinet too fast and slid off into the tree.
~ Caroline says she saw her stop and, thinking she had a safe perch in the tree, leaped at the birdie with her paws outstretched.
Either way, the tree did not hold.
Down it went in a clatter of ornaments, whoosh of branches, and one loud snap. For a moment, there was no movement under the tree. Then, I lifted it, and Chocolate zipped out from under it and up the stairs. I sent Caroline to ascertain the kitty's condition -- she's fine, thank goodness -- while I tried to sort the tree out. The only casualty, it turned out, was the base of the tree, which was that loud, snapping sound. All the ornaments, even the glass ones, survived.
So the only thing we have to worry about is how to stand the tree up again, and where to put it, because I guarantee we won't put it near the cuckoo clock again.