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Skriven 2005-04-03 23:37:58 av DAVE COBLE (1:123/140)
Ärende: CAT-MAS
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This is a wonderful time of year when the humans decorate the home for
us cats in anticipation of the visit from "Santa Claws."

The tree went up  yesterday, and so did we!  Whee!  Made it to the
fourth branch within the first five minutes before the Big Owner chased
us out of the tree. So, as we do every year, we waited and watched the
humans decorate the Cat-mas tree with all sorts of what the humans call
"ornaments." We call them "cat toys." Ornaments are invitations to a
cat, bright and shiny spheres just daring us to knock them off. And
we're pretty good at it, considering all the trees they've decorated.

Every year humans hang the ornaments a little higher out of our range,
forcing us to elevate our game to knock them off. Humans "ohhh and ahhh"
as they decorate the  Cat-mas tree. Us? We salivate in anticipation of
the night's activities.

The humans retire to bed, as is custom during Cat-mas season, leaving us
to play with our tree. Tonight is a challenge, the ornaments are at an
all-time high. We crept under the tree and began to scale branches. This
is great! A tree in our own home, why don't they do this year-round?

Five, six, seven branches, we climb like a pro. Ten, twelve, we are
halfway to the top, and there is the first ornament! This is easy as
Cat-mas fruitcake. We make our way down the branch approaching the first
ornament. It lightly jiggles as our weight causes the bough to bend.
Almost there! One paw away and we feel a shudder. Hey, something is not
right here, we begin to lose our balance. The room is tilting!  No, the
room is not tilting.... the Cat-mas tree is falling!  ME-OW!!

It seemed like forever as the tree leaned, then pitched, and finally
crashed to the floor in a resounding bang of exploding bulbs, ornaments,
and broken limbs. We quickly extricated ourselves from the splintered
tree just as the Big Owner came bursting in snapping on the lights and
talking excitedly.

There we were, sitting next to the tree, as innocent a look on our faces
as any other in the household.

"What happened?" he growled. Not a peep from us, we turned and looked at
the tree.

"I guess we hung too many ornaments on one side of the tree," we heard
him say later as he hoisted the mangled Cat-mas tree back into place.

"Goo-ood answer," we thought.

The Big Owner staggered off to bed, and we retreated to the living room.
Maybe we'll tear down those stockings that were hung by the chimney
"with care".

     It was a good day....
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