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Thor the Destroyer

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And that's it for the tree.  Second knock down, broke 2 ornaments and he's walking around looking like a sparkle goth kitty.  Little Hooman brushed him down so he doesn't ingest the glitter.  The tree is back in it's box till next year and the floor vacuumed for a second time today.  He didn't do it on purpose, he was doing kitty curiosity things & his claws caught the skirt and down it came.  Le sigh.  It could have been worse. 

Should I mention that he attempted to eat the straw from my drink earlier? 

Mama needs a grown up drink...




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Oh no! I'm glad only a couple of ornaments were damaged. Maybe you can anchor it to the wall next year? Or since it's an artificial tree- you could try putting the base in a bucket of concrete to act as a counterweight.

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@catlady no straw or plastic item is safe from him. He won't eat it exactly, but he'll chew the hell out of it! @Bethella I'll try to remember that! This years table was definitely a no-no move. 

He's currently trying to break into the tree box. That'll be put into the spare room by bedtime.

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this is why we don't put a tree up with Death & Destruction. Just no. They also love to chew/claw plastic bags, boxes, shoes, anything they can stick their claws into...geez...I blew big bucks on a kitty tree and well...ya know? 

Thor...you are an awesome example of feline-ness. You have a PhD in cat!

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I attached hooks to the ceiling, and tied the tree to it, and then tied it at the other side to the cabinets it is behind (that I hardly use anyway). First year since having the kittens (who are now two) that the tree remained standing.

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Idea: Christmas cat trees. They come in green and are decorated with cat toy ornaments. Kitty can’t knock it over.

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