I put up a tree every year and my cat insists that it is tasty for some reason. I yell at Peter of course who sometimes just looks at me with a look of “What?” So I tell him, “you know what! I tell you it’s bad for you but you never listen.” So first thing in the morning I’m hearing the cat be sick. So I cover my head with my pillow trying not to listen. It doesn’t really work but it makes feel better none the less. So with sleepy eyes, being careful where I step I go get paper towel. What a great way to wake up, having to clean up cat yack that is decorated with silver white tinsel. Sigh. I love the brat. I really do.