George was my first cat which means she holds a special place in my heart.  Although she hates the just about everyone and all the pets but Sheba, we have come to an understanding.   George doesn’t eat me and I only pet her when she asks.  When I pet her it is only between the ears since past the ears is the eat me button and I will never pick her up.  This arrangement works well for us.  Being my first and favorite cat (shh don’t tell the others) I feel that my cat can do no wrong.
When we lived in California we had a small christmas just Jeff and I and the pets.  I did my best to decorate to make our tiny apartment feel as much like a home as possible.  I would go to work in the morning  and come home to find all my hard work dismantled (at this time I wanted to blame jack as he was still a kitten) I would quietly put everything back where it belonged before Jeff came home.
I came home one day to catch the culprit red handed!  I open the door and saw our fake christmas tree slowly being pulled to the bedroom.  It was now only held together by strings of lights traveling in pieces to the bedroom.  When I followed the trail of the tree bottom still in the living room….string of lights…. tree middle in the hall….string of lights…..I found the top of the tree wedged under the bed.  When I got down to look at the culprit I found George. She had the happiest look on her face (which does not happen often) that she had killed the tree and dragged it to her lair!  After collecting all the tree parts including miscellaneous tree limbs lost along the way I plugged in the lights.  Well, somewhere along the way two strands of lights ceased to live through their ordeal.  When Jeff came home I told him what had happened he said George was a bad kitty which I countered with “George, no never she was decorating her lair”!