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M. K. Waller 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LOOKS LIKE DOWN-ON-THE-FLOOR-DASHED DECORATING!!!!
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Thank you for reblogging. Our Christmases are very exciting.
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Did Ernest tackle and suffocate the tree at the bottom, or was it just not put up yet?
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The tree had been up. Then I heard a crash, and it was on the floor. Ernest was beside it, looking guilty.
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I used to put our tree in the playpen so the kids and cats wouldn’t get it. Actually, a tree with really sharp needles is the best deterrent. Of course, you have to wear thick gloves to decorate it. Merry Christmas!
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We gave up on real trees when we found the guys eating the needles and drinking the water in the tree stand. Did your cats really stay out of the playpen?
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No, but they–and the kids–didn’t knock it over. The final solution was to use trees with needles so sharp we had to use gloves to decorate them. Oh, I already said that. As for drinking the water, I don’t think they got under the tree skirt, IIFC.
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I’d like to see a picture of Ernest, or any cat, looking guilty.
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It’s more panicked than guilty. And it doesn’t last long enough for me to get the camera. William doesn’t bother with panicked, even. He has a serene nature and a sense of complete entitlement. Ernest knows when he’s out of line and cares for a few seconds.
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