It started out like any other Christmas season. No sooner had the Thanksgiving turkey been digested, that we initiated the launch sequence for Christmas.
The Moose adorned his Santa hat, paying homage to our favorite elf in the whole wide world.
The annual Christmas tree was hunted and caught. The web of Christmas lights,
ever so meticulously organized, was thrown on the tree, and any non-broken ornaments we could dig up were lovingly placed as well.
Then it came time for the manly men of the family to assemble The Polar Express down around the base of the tree.
This is always a wonderful bonding experience, with only a modicum of yelling and whining in between the chin scratching and grunting.
But in addition to the normal train assembly strife, was added one…
small…
furry…
little…
problem.
Of course, Walter Sir Caesar McSneezer is enthralled by the tree, the lights, and the ornaments. Add the RAWTHER expensive miniature train – in motion – and, well, you’re just taunting the beast.
But if you think Critter is at all oblivious to this, you’re sadly mistaken. If anything, he sees it as a challenge. So, essentially, you’ve got one kitten having his first Christmas, and all that that implies, and one 12-year-old who likes nothing more than to experiment with cause-and-effect.
This ought to be interesting.
I can’t watch.
Mama Boe 