Christmas Lover

Brown tabby and white cat wrapped in Christmas tree lights.

Skooter testing the lights.


The very first Kitties Blue, Skooter, loved Christmas more than any of our other cats have. He enjoyed decorating, the thrill of unwrapping gifts and playing with the discarded paper and empty boxes. His new toys came in a distant fifth place.

But his favorite pursuit was sleeping beneath the Christmas tree. In those days, we still put a live tree in the foyer each year. Skooter had constant access and spent most of his days and evenings beneath the tree with lights warming his fur. As novice kitty caregivers, we never considered this could be a problem, even when we were both away at work all day. As Dad Tom would say, “What could go wrong?”

Christmas Cat-astrophe

Brown tabby and white cat leaning through stair rail staring at Christmas tree.

Skooter looking angelic while admiring the tree.

On one particular Christmas just about everything went awry. The ornaments from the bottom of the tree were always on the floor, which I now know we should have expected. The worst event occurred, however, as guests were coming up our front walk. We were in the midst of yelling at Skooter and trying to prevent the nine-foot-tall tree from crashing to the floor. Our big boy had caught his head in a string of lights as he was sprinting from beneath the tree. In his desperation to run upstairs prior to interlopers entering his house, he struggled to get away with those lights wrapped around his neck. As we tried to assist him the tree was on the fast track toward the floor.*

Being younger, faster and nimbler in those days (1990, I think), Dad Tom and I caught the tree just before it hit the rug.

Brown tabby and white cat playing with toy wrapped in green Christmas paper.

Skooter plays with his new toy before he unwraps it. (That’s Louise in the background.)

Even after that near cat-astrophe, the tree remained in the foyer and at least semi-upright for several more years. From that day forward, it was attached to the stair railings with bungee cords! It wasn’t a full-proof method for protecting tree and ornaments, as the kitties were able to tip the tree and partially dislodge its base from the floor. But the tree never again came close to crashing!

Behind Closed Doors

After MacKenzie‘s first Christmas in 2001, however, the only time a tree was erected other than behind closed doors, was when it was covered with non-breakable ornaments. As I am capable of breaking the glass ornaments without any help, the tree-pouncing pusses no longer need to offer their expertise. By that time I had also given in and purchased an artificial tree. Sharpening claws on the trunk is no longer an option.


Brown tabby and white cat with head poking out from under Christmas wrapping paper.

“What new toy? I thought this was the toy!”


But back to Skooter…I have included several photos of his yuletide delights.

* No cats or humans were harmed during the fiasco, but a few ornaments did not survive.