Woe is Our Tree

The only member of our household who has any Christmas spirit is Tigre.


But this is largely because she dreams of destroying the Christmas tree. It occupies 90% of her waking hours (she needs to break to eat.)

Here she is working out the physics of tipping it from up high (note her tats.)


When that fails she works on the bottom half.


When she can't figure that out, she takes out her fury on one particular ornament - a small scarecrow from a Wizard of Oz set given to me by my grandma. Tigre hates this ornament above all others. We have had to rescue him several times.