The Bore family does not have a traditional Christmas tree. Cats and Christmas trees do not mix well. Instead, we have some sort of tree plant decorated with plastic red pepper lights and red ball ornaments. We go all out. The base of the plant has Arkansas white rocks around it to prevent the cats from mistaking it for a dumping ground, if you know what I mean. Muffin has already rebelled by making her deposits on the floor around it. She is a clever one, that Muffin. I got this whatever-you-call-it plant/tree about two years ago from a friend. It was a “rescue.” Big Bore has re-potted it a few times, supporting its fragile branches around a piece of wood. It thrives outdoors in warmer weather, but hibernating inside during the winter months makes it droopy and sad. Sort of like me. The only Christmas present I want to find beneath my tree is spring.
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we live here in the middle of Christmas tree farms and don't have a tree. Jake likes to climb everything and George would de-decorate the bottom limbs. We make do with some candles and hand towels---and a spirit of Christmas!!
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