Helping Mommy Decorate

It's about a month to go until Samhain (that's Hallowe'en to you
non-pagans) and that means it's time to break out the decorations!

In years past, I could go all out on decor since Smokey isn't
interested in anything that 1. isn't soft to sleep on and 2. isn't
made of food, and Nocturne has no interest in silly decorations. Such
things are beneath her dignity; she prefers to sit enthroned, looking
sinister and gothic (she's a rather nice touch to the Samhain decor
herself, being a black cat and all).

And then we got the bitties.

A year later, Kumani /still/ likes to pull the plastic witches off the
tinsel ropes and eat them...witches therefore go on apartment door
where Kumani cannot get them. She also screams at the hanging
decorations, just in case some of those plastic bugs are real.

I don't bother putting up spiderwebs any more either, since last year
was a month of pulling Tyche out of them....why bother?

Let's not get started on the Yule tree which is utterly barren in the
bottom 1/3, since anything hung there is knocked right off again by
bad bitties....

.....to think I thought they'd grow out of this.

--Enfilade

In article ,
(Enfilade) wrote:

It's about a month to go until Samhain (that's Hallowe'en to you
non-pagans) and that means it's time to break out the decorations!


Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

In article ,
(Enfilade) wrote:

It's about a month to go until Samhain (that's Hallowe'en to you
non-pagans) and that means it's time to break out the decorations!


Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

In article ,
(Enfilade) wrote:

It's about a month to go until Samhain (that's Hallowe'en to you
non-pagans) and that means it's time to break out the decorations!


Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

Well, we've never had dogs...

The kittens have no interest whatsoever since I trained them not to
get on the altar (it's a bit too full anyway to make a good
landing/sleeping place)

Smokey is only interested if the cakes and ale is sandwiches

Nocturne prefers to "supervise" from either inside the circle, or a
nearby chair. Doesn't trust the stoopid hoomans not to summon Cthulu
by accident, you see...and if they do, they'll require a cat to take
care of the problem before it gets out of hand.

--Enfilade

Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

Well, we've never had dogs...

The kittens have no interest whatsoever since I trained them not to
get on the altar (it's a bit too full anyway to make a good
landing/sleeping place)

Smokey is only interested if the cakes and ale is sandwiches

Nocturne prefers to "supervise" from either inside the circle, or a
nearby chair. Doesn't trust the stoopid hoomans not to summon Cthulu
by accident, you see...and if they do, they'll require a cat to take
care of the problem before it gets out of hand.

--Enfilade

Apropos of pagan ritual, has it also been your experience that dogs tend
to dance in the circle, while cats tend to get on the altar?

Well, we've never had dogs...

The kittens have no interest whatsoever since I trained them not to
get on the altar (it's a bit too full anyway to make a good
landing/sleeping place)

Smokey is only interested if the cakes and ale is sandwiches

Nocturne prefers to "supervise" from either inside the circle, or a
nearby chair. Doesn't trust the stoopid hoomans not to summon Cthulu
by accident, you see...and if they do, they'll require a cat to take
care of the problem before it gets out of hand.

--Enfilade

On 26 Sep, Enfilade wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
Let's not get started on the Yule tree which is utterly barren in the
bottom 1/3, since anything hung there is knocked right off again by
bad bitties....
---------------------snip----------------------

When we were introducing our new Lady Jane Grey, who had been confined
to one of the spare bedrooms for a week, to our cat of some years,
Misty, and the rest of the house, it took five minutes to realize that
we'd never have a decorated Christmas tree again.

The first thing she did was head straight for the tree, the second was
to start eating a piece of tinsel, and the third was to hide under the
couch. By the time I got her out, I had to retrieve twelve inches of
a tinsel strand from the mouth, throat, and intestines of an
uncooperative cat. It's a good thing we had bought the eighteen inch
size tinsel.

Now our Yule tree goes on the porch.

--
Regards and Purrs,
O J

On 26 Sep, Enfilade wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
Let's not get started on the Yule tree which is utterly barren in the
bottom 1/3, since anything hung there is knocked right off again by
bad bitties....
---------------------snip----------------------

When we were introducing our new Lady Jane Grey, who had been confined
to one of the spare bedrooms for a week, to our cat of some years,
Misty, and the rest of the house, it took five minutes to realize that
we'd never have a decorated Christmas tree again.

The first thing she did was head straight for the tree, the second was
to start eating a piece of tinsel, and the third was to hide under the
couch. By the time I got her out, I had to retrieve twelve inches of
a tinsel strand from the mouth, throat, and intestines of an
uncooperative cat. It's a good thing we had bought the eighteen inch
size tinsel.

Now our Yule tree goes on the porch.

--
Regards and Purrs,
O J

On 26 Sep, Enfilade wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
Let's not get started on the Yule tree which is utterly barren in the
bottom 1/3, since anything hung there is knocked right off again by
bad bitties....
---------------------snip----------------------

When we were introducing our new Lady Jane Grey, who had been confined
to one of the spare bedrooms for a week, to our cat of some years,
Misty, and the rest of the house, it took five minutes to realize that
we'd never have a decorated Christmas tree again.

The first thing she did was head straight for the tree, the second was
to start eating a piece of tinsel, and the third was to hide under the
couch. By the time I got her out, I had to retrieve twelve inches of
a tinsel strand from the mouth, throat, and intestines of an
uncooperative cat. It's a good thing we had bought the eighteen inch
size tinsel.

Now our Yule tree goes on the porch.

--
Regards and Purrs,
O J