Magnolia Blossom (Maggie) in the prized spot beneath the tree.
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"Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children (and cats), they are all 30 feet tall." ~ Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of ChristmasOur tree isn't up yet. Perhaps tomorrow we will dig it out. Then once again the cats will have to vie for this coveted position. The inexpensive felt tree skirt holds a mysterious attraction for them. I got down on the floor beside the tree to get this shot and tried to figure this out. Under the tree the branches are low and the lights cast a moderate glow just above her head. She has her back to the tree holder, protected from an attack from the rear. She can look out and survey the comings and goings of the other critters as well as her humans. She can reach out a paw and set one of the plastic ornaments swinging. (All the plastic ones go on the bottom limbs for just this purpose.) From here she can see her dad make his move to the kitchen for a late night snack and she can streak out to pester him for a treat. It is almost like a well lit cave; all the security of being hidden but without the dark dampness. Here her royal highness can relax on her imaginary throne; well, at least until some other feline occupant of the house decides he or she wants a turn under the tree.
Maggie will be joining many other feline friends, along with the dogs and possibly even slugs, at Friday's Ark this week. On Sunday she will read stories and see pictures of her friends at the 89th Carnival of the Cats, this week hosted by When Cats Attack. Hmm. That is a scary thought at our abode.
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