Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Cats, Dogs and Decorating
I love a gorgeous Christmas tree — if it’s still planted in the yard — surrounded with tiny outdoor lights in soft colors that don’t blink.
Every year, millions of trees are cut down to adorn our homes for a few weeks, and then thrown to the curb awaiting trash pickup.
We probably kill more fir trees between Thanksgiving and Christmas than a bolt of lightning hitting a drought plagued mountainside.
But there is another source of Christmas
fear cheer only someone who is owned by a cat or dog understands.
This is the time of year when you find that the neatly wrapped presents have morphed into piles of paper littering the floor — with the tree piled on top.
In honor of the reasons why I don’t have a Christmas tree, I bring you this:
And here are two other reasons I don’t have a Christmas tree in my house:
- I have the decorating skills of a blind goat.
2. No one seems to think about one fact: What goes up, must come down — with or without the help of a cat, dog, or hyperactive 4-year-old.
My desk is decorated with 2 cats, and my entire house is decorated by 6 dogs.
Did I mention that I have the decorating skills of a tornado?