Every child deserves a great Christmas. Since there is no snow in Los Angeles, I feel it is my responsibility to create my very own Winter Wonderland. The process started Wednesday night when Stella and I went to pick out her very first Christmas tree. For a three year old, she did a great job in selecting a tree.
We bring the tree home and put it in the living room. The cats, of course, can't keep their paws of it. I’m going to purchase some bitter apple to discourage them from eating the needles. But I didn't think they could knock the tree over. Well, I was wrong, this morning Jaimie called me while I was in the shower. I rushed into the living room to find this:
Can you believe this crap? They are trying to sabotage my Christmas. But I won’t let them. They will now spend the next 30 days on the patio or locked in one of the bathrooms. It is this or do what “Bold As Love” suggested and drop them off at a Chinese Market. I’ll keep you updated, but this weekend I will transform my living room from the cozy family home that it is into a Christmas marvel.
Note: The forecast is calling for rain today. The cats are trapped on the balcony. Ask me if I care. Hahahahahahaha!
This is not the first time I have caught them in the act of committing a class-A felony.
Now come on, what red-blooded man would allow such treachery in his home? They run through the house at five in the morning. They purr louder than a Harley, but I still let them lounge in the bed. They cuddle up with Jaimie more than I do, but I don't get jealous. But, to knock over my tree and touch my beer!!! I'm like Popeye now, "That's all's me can stand, cuz me's can't stands no more." They will not deprive me of this moment. I'm like the gentrification of a black neighborhood on the southside of Chicago... you can't stop progress, baby.