Our Christmas tree, lit up and tucked into a corner by the big bookshelves; in this photo it’s been up and decorated and plugged in for maybe five minutes, and already the senior black and white cat has installed herself underneath it. This year I’ve provided a nice blanket to make her old bones more comfy on the wooden floor. Wherever in the room we set up the tree, that becomes her special spot until whenever we grudgingly take the tree down. The furry spirit of Christmas.
Another day, same cat, same special spot: she’s loafing hard under her own personal tree.
Here we are again, same cat and same blanket, now facing the tree, the better to inhale the scent of pine? Only she truly knows.
Another evening under the Christmas tree; more presents are appearing around our feline nativity scene. (I’ve rolled up another soft blanket so she has something to lean into, but the whole scene is definitely suggesting a proper dedicated basket for next year!)
Amid seasonal sharing of cats causing Christmas chaos, a moment of calm…
Every year, as soon as we put up the tree, this angel sets up camp underneath, day and night—until (to her immense disappointment) the tree goes away.
I’m thinking, next year a comfy basket of her own. Or a manger?🎄🥹👼 #nzpets