Mrs. Heeler (I won't claim him) has a white cat that she says has lots of personality. I say he's a pain in the :allovrjr: .

Today, I heard a loud crash in the living room. Above said cat comes flying out of the room with an "I didn't do it!" look on his face. I walked into the living room to find our joyous Christmas tree lying in the middle of the floor surrounded by an explosion of broken ornaments and pine needles. As I stood the tree back up, I realized that the lights had become a Gordian Knot of cords. The water from the base had also spilled out, nearly drowning 3 shirts and 2 nightgowns.

Yarggghhhh!!! What a mess. This was definately not on my list of things to do today.