The same thing happens in every kat-owned home every Christmas.
The humans go out in freezing cold weather hunting fur a tree that hasn’t done anything to them so they can cut the poor unfortunate thing down and slap it on top of their car and drag it into their house and dress it up with shiny glass balls and long, stringy sparkly stuff and lights, and then sit back and look at it and feel proud of themselves.
Kinda like hanging a deer head on their wall, it’s a sort of trophy (only unlike the deer, they don’t have to actually chase the tree down, because it doesn’t run from them).
Yet, to see the way they fuss over where to put it, and how they stare at it and show it off, you’d think they would’ve had to chase it all over the forest, and set traps fur it, and battle fur hours to capture it.
If they did do all that to capture the poor tree, then humans are indeed a pathetic bunch… Because the trees just stand there looking pretty and minding their own business until some psycho human comes and chops them down.
Then an interesting thing happens…. Knowing full well that kats are attracted to shiny, dangling objects, and that kats love to climb trees, humans, (having set the bait purrfectly), Begin to freak out
when the resident kat does what God intended it to do.
The kats get all happy and excited and begin to climb the tree, and bat at the pretty glass ornaments, and sleep on the presents stashed under the tree, and even help unwrap a few- and the humans freak out!
I just have to ask… If they didn’t do all that stuff fur the kats’ entertainment, then why do it at all-?
What a weird bunch these humans are!
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