This isn't one of my cats, it's from the collection of holiday pet photos on weather.com, but it perfectly illustrates the reason I've resisted putting up a tree. Consider that I have two energetic young cats and lots of special glass ornaments and you'll know why I decided not to risk it this year.
There's also the issue of the physicality of pulling out all the stuff and putting up a tree. This weekend I skipped my meds to see how I'd feel without them and the answer is ... like I've been hit by a truck. How come the older we get, the slower we seem to heal? I'm so impatient with this 50-year old body of mine.
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Oh, boo! What a time to feel bad!
Sending some gentle hugs.
That's still a cute photo, and I totally understand not having a tree when one has cats!
I totally understand your frustration with growing older. I hate it that nothing works as well any more, and hurts when it does work. =)
Cats seem to love Christmas trees as much as they love quilts! My three are all outside kitties since my oldest DD is allergic. My male, Bo, would make a great indoor cat but, alas . . .
Hi Sophie-Thanks for stopping by. I have been reading about your accident and I hope you feel better every day. I'm convinced that age has something to do with it. I don't quite bounce back from things now either-it's more like a slow slog now. Hope you have a peaceful Christmas.
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