Eez Chreestmoose!

I tell you, get an organizer in your life and BAM! they facilitate the necessary details that just are difficult for me to divine. Jeanmarie D. came over to help get the tree up and decorate, and now I also have furniture arranged so that there is more room than ever before. Plus, a narrow, white, pre-lit tree that Lord please Lord the cats will not bother. I tethered it to the wall with twine, but they could still steal ornaments.

Boris the New Cat had started the day with his continued fascination with the bathtub, he jumps in and digs like a badger in the corners. Today he stuck his face into the drain and meowed, so I turned on the tiniest trickle and wow, was that ever what he wanted. He stuck his paw into the stream and licked, he let the water pour onto his head while he drank what ran down between his ears. I've only seen this on YouTube, this weirdness that ended up with a soaked, happy cat. He let me towel him off, and seemed to be smiling. Okay by me, whatever floats your boat, champ.

Then I called up Jeannie, who had said she could help with the tree. But, she wanted the tree in front of the mirror, not in the corner I had cleaned out. Sure. She directed the moving of rugs, the couch, chairs and sundry and it looks terrific. She made me straighten the curtains, suggested I go back to the pink walls I once had, and prodded the plastic tree into glory. Myself, things usually look like of course this matches when I have no clue to decorating, which is part of whatever charm I can claim. Things are dashed together and as long as there is cat food in the house, the rest can take care of itself. Jeanmarie has subtly pointed out the ways of symmetrical peace, and well, she is right in that balance makes a better picture. At least, today it does.

The white tree sparkles. So do you. Nighty night.