Oh Christmas Tree! I hear Nat King Cole, it smells bright, crisp, and beneath the tree is the new gathering spot for tea, homework, daydreaming. Cairo the Boo Kitty adores his tree. I hate to think what he'll do when the holidays are over and the goats get his tree. Where will he nap? Where will he find another tree skirt to slide around? Our kitty is tickled with Christmas, from his nose to the end of his fluffy tail. This week there are only lights, which is lovely enough, and when Max is finished with finals, and home, again, we will add ornaments. I wonder how calmly enamored Cairo can remain when the tree is covered in bright shiny temptations?