Until my grandkids were born Christmas was not that enjoyable to me. After they arrived in this world the concept of Christmas changed for me and also changed me. Through the years the holidays have been more enjoyable and with this enjoyment, comes some funny memories.
My wife is the biggest kid when it comes to Christmas. When she goes into depression because football season is over and right after the Super Bowl has ended, she throws herself into the Christmas role. A few years ago during one of her moments, she decided to get me a cat that was in a shop next to our Coffee shop that I visited everyday with goodies. It was not so much that I really liked the cat that much, but I am not one that can be locked in a retail shop. I have to roam and be free so I would walk next door to the Cat shop and play with the cat, the owner of the shop named Sammy.
My wife is allergic to cats, so the fact that she was considering bringing this big, black animal home was unusual. But they did two days before Christmas. The blame could be put on me because I often commented on how I would like to take Sammy home with me.
Now you have to put this in perspective. My wife adores Christmas. The day after Thanksgiving, most people are shopping. My wife is getting the trees put up. Yes I said trees. We usually have five trees. At least we will have two big ones. She and my oldest grandson spend endless hours decorating these trees and then it is daily maintenance to make sure the decorations are just perfect. It is not unusual for the trees to be totally redecorated many times before Christmas morning.
What my wife did not realize was that Sammy would crawl up the Cat shop Christmas tree to get on the counter at the front of the store where I would feed the cat prime rib, shrimp, tuna, and many other good things that a cat probably should not be given. It was just easier and more fun for Sammy to run up the Christmas tree instead of jumping the four feet from the floor to the top of the counter. This tree was up all year long and was decorated with cat toys and catnip pouches. Sammy thought the tree was his personal playground. And you could say it was.
When I arrived home that evening, my family attempted to hide the cat from me until Christmas. But that idea did not work. Sammy could be very vocal and demanded attention from me when he heard my voice. He wanted out of my daughter’s room and was banging on the door to be let out. So the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. I opened the door and Sammy came running out to say hi. After I picked him up and gave him some love, I put him on the floor to see how he was going to deal with his new surroundings. He was used to having the entire shop to himself and did exactly what he wanted to.
Then the worst thing for my wife happened. Sammy saw the Christmas trees. He swiftly ran under the first tree and climbed up the trunk toward the top of the tree. In doing so many ornaments were flying off the tree. While my wife was screaming at the top of her lungs and running toward the tree, it started to fall over. As Sammy realized he was fixing to crash, he leaped out of the tree he was in onto the other tree that was about six feet away. When he landed on the small branches, again many ornaments went flying. Broken glass was all over the house and that tree too fell.
Even though this situation was costly and tragic for my wife, the whole family laughed so hard that we all hurt. It truly was a memory that we have not forgot, still laugh at, and may be repeated this year. We have a new kitten that is crazy. Although almost grown, Spider is not bashful about taking on any obstacle that she feels need to be conquered. My wife has warned us all that Christmas Day may never come for the rest of us if the cat attacks the trees. And she will.