Tinsle On The Tree

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.