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12 December 2008 @ 11:24 am
I was all completely stoked about the fact of being, well, done for the semester, and went to bed last night reading a novel, and woke up late this morning to find...

The cats knocked my Christmas tree down.

Now, they've broken many an ornament, and certainly ripped some tree skirts to shreds over the years.  The worst was the cheap, snowy cotton flocked skirt with glitter.  They chewed it into tiny pieces, and now it serves as wadding for my ornament storage.  The current skirt is a nice, serviceable, and mostly inedible flat cotton print.  This year, I taped it to the floor with double-sided tape.

This morning, the tree was on its side, but the skirt was still mostly in place.  *facepalm*

Both of my blown-glass swans were broken, but reparable, and the star (which has twitchy lights) was still lit.  Almost every other ornament stayed on the tree.  I wrap those suckers well on those branches.

Still, there was some yelling and screeching this morning, and the cats were shut up in my bedroom until the mess was repaired.  Then, when I had everything back to where it was, I went into the bedroom and promptly trimmed their claws (not exactly a punishment, but they hate that worse than anything in the world, so let's just call it a case of justified timing).

They did not get their morning gooshyfood until 11am... otherwise known as "When Mommy is damned good and ready to feed you, you fuzzy little miscreants."

Note to self:  please call Mom and remind her that she does NOT want a cat.
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
a. martyr: patiencemartyrized on December 12th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC)
Eek! This [and my allergies] is why I refuse to own felines.

I love them to death, but I will not have my pretty fragile things destroyed!
Wiseacreewin on December 12th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC)
Avoid getting any kids or cats, and you're golden.
a. martyr: arrr rlymartyrized on December 12th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
Done, and done! :D

Also, it's helpful if I make sure that my skunk gets trained with like bitter apple or something. Hopefully they're a little mellower than their cousins: ferrets. I've decided I will endeavor to get a skunk when I'm in my own place. Working on finding breeders and whatnot. :x
Wiseacreewin on December 12th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
I tried Bitter Yuck (which is rosemary) and it kind of backfired on me, and there was another spray I tried which was much the same way.

Basically, the cats hate the taste, but they're so incredibly curious about it that eventually whatever I sprayed becomes an even more popular spot than it was before. I've seen both Angel and Bishop deliberately go back to lick, over and over again, something that they obviously detest, just because, "Whoa, that's amazing, what IS that?"
a. martyr: ferret!martyrized on December 12th, 2008 05:25 pm (UTC)

It's like huffing spray paint!
Lupalupaloo on December 13th, 2008 02:07 am (UTC)
Dammit! I missed that memo. The cat ran away in search of greener pastures though so maybe I'm sterling.
Wiseacreewin on December 13th, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
Could be... at least dogs are trainable. ;)
Lupa: Cash Tonguelupaloo on December 13th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
To an extent. The kids on the other hand...

The cat used to jump up on an end table and sit for treats on command or sit in a row with all of the dogs while they all got treats.
Wiseacreewin on December 13th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
Aw, that's cute!

I have found that they respond really well to feeding times. And spots where feeding occurs.
J.D.arasirsul on December 12th, 2008 04:52 pm (UTC)
It probably doesn't work as well in an apartment, but we put one of those hooks in the ceiling like one would use to hang a basket plant above the tree, and then we run a piece of fishing line from the top of the tree to the hook.

The quadrupeds haven't knocked over the tree yet this year, but last year I did come home once to find the tree at about a 15 degree angle from vertical, being held up by a piece of fishing line...

Needless to say, the cats all blamed the dog.

Edited at 2008-12-12 04:54 pm (UTC)
Wiseacreewin on December 12th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC)
I've done something that may solve the problem more effectively: I've double-sided taped the windowsill of the window that the tree stands in front of. That tape is the only thing that will keep my cats away from, well, anything. They've already (longingly) tested the windowsill and decided it's no longer any good to sit on.

I suspect there was some chasing going on, and Bishop pulled his signature move of taking a flying leap onto and off of that sill.
Lion's Denannbonny on December 13th, 2008 09:36 pm (UTC)
I swear, I'm laughing *with* you. We had a cat once that was convinced that the top of his tree was his own personal hidey-spot. It was pretty damn funny to see a "live ornament" suddenly pop out the innards of the tree and launch at unsuspecting guests.

However, thanks to this rambunctious fellow knocking the tree down at least 3 times a day, we dont actually HAVE any breakable ornaments.

The tree still gets some wear and tear from my boys (the furry ones) though, so we're trying something interesting this year. We have a little fake tree on the table in one of their napping spots with bells on it (good for batting), cookie ornaments (all gone already actually), and some more durable handsewn angel dollies. This has gone over quite successfully with the cats, who curled up around it right now.

I wish I could say this was all on purpose, but it actually started out as a happy accident when I discovered their affinity for the bells. So I've been moving the ornaments around to make the Kitty Tree, and I'm hoping it will continue to distract them from the main tree. We'll see how it goes... How long can a cat avoid ANYTHING he hasn't thoroughly explored yet?
Wiseacreewin on December 13th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
Well, I have my own distraction in the form of empty holiday Kleenex boxes: they look like presents, so they're just adorable under my tree, but they play like cat toys and can be destroyed without me bursting into tears. *grin*

In fact, if those boxes survive another year they'll probably turn into heirlooms and then I WILL cry when they get chewed up...
rogue equestrian: Bagged Hermioneelvinborn on December 14th, 2008 03:15 am (UTC)
oh dear. We were convinced when Artemis came to live at our house that such things would happen. I'm just glad our cats' rambunctious is less destructive than yours. Because OMG I would KILL them until they died from it. And then maybe kill them some more. (I'm trying really hard to laugh less about the thing with the tree skirt)