Once upon a time there was a small Foo, a wee kitty who warmed his polka dots and snuggles into our hearts. But for all the bits we love about him, there are some bits that leave a lot to be desired. He steals wool, he hides Legos, he absconds potatoes, and chews socks... especially socks on feet! He knocks over things, he bolts through stuff, climbs, scurries, scuttles, and runs amok. Will this tale have a happy ending?
But no. It's a moment too much... he's made the tree his fort, his tower, his domain. He scales the branches expertly. He lurks in the shadows, makes a nest in the boughs.
The day he found his tail in the tree, his furry frenemy, we knew he would never come down. High above us, in his perch, with his tail to entertain and torment him, he has no reason to leave his faux fir fortress.
As for our happy ending, at least he's decorating, now. So far he's carried up a feather he stole from Maria's hat, and wool he takes from the sewing box!