Daisy is our cat. I love her dearly, and she is very much one of the family. But if at the best of times she's a little crazy, at Christmas she is completely deranged.
I don't know what it is about putting a great big tree covered in balls in the corner of the room (although when you put it like that...!!), but she just can't resist it. And on Saturday she managed to elevate her tree fixation to new levels by blowing up the lights. Joy. And we had people round for dinner.
Now as every good tree dresser knows, the lights are the first thing that goes on. This meant Sunday was spent with wire cutters, surgically removing the old lights, before carefully threading in the new ones. It was like performing open heart surgery.
Tree looks nice tho. And I still love Daisy. She's just banned from the lounge now for the festive duration.
