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Jan. 2nd, 2011 12:26 pmThe battle rages on between cat and tree. For the most part, the tree seems to be winning. I had some pieces of Victorian tinsel that had to come off the tree because Zoe couldn't resist. It isn't dangerous for her (not that kind of tinsel) but she was in real danger of destroying it all.
Her favorite thing to do, however, is sit in the window (behind the blinds), stick a paw through the blind and bat at the tree. I've tried to get a picture of it but at the first hint of a camera coming out to play, she's gone. Just now, she came dashing through the living room, fought briefly with a low-hanging branch, yowled just a little, and took off like all the demons of hell were chasing her. I really do love that girl.
Her favorite thing to do, however, is sit in the window (behind the blinds), stick a paw through the blind and bat at the tree. I've tried to get a picture of it but at the first hint of a camera coming out to play, she's gone. Just now, she came dashing through the living room, fought briefly with a low-hanging branch, yowled just a little, and took off like all the demons of hell were chasing her. I really do love that girl.
