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...