I got the tree set up but decided not to put on the lights or ornaments yet because this was Sigyn’s first Christmas and from experience with the other two, I know it’s best to let them sniff out and explore the tree alone before covering it with tiny hanging things just purr-fect for swatting at (even still, Christmas time usually means coming home from work and taking 10 minutes to track down all the missing ornaments and hang them back on the tree). At this point, I was actually feeling fairly impressed with how uninterested Sigyn (and the other two) seemed to behave with the tree this year.

So TheBoyfriend™ got back home and we headed out to Christmas party and had a great time, but arrived home to an interesting surprise. Our tree was not where I had left it but was instead laying across the couch as if it had gotten tired of standing and decided to take a nap. I wanted to get a picture but the light was too low for my cell to take a good shot and it wasn’t important enough for me to go upstairs and get the camera. It wasn’t funny per se that the tree had been knocked over, but rather because it was knocked over in such a way as to make it look like it had been gingerly laid out on the couch.

Later that night, I’m pretty sure I discovered exactly what had happened. It appears that Sigyn discovered that while approaching the tree from the bottom had gotten her squirted with the water bottle earlier in the day, if she climbed up on the back of one of the dining room chairs, she could make a flying leap and land on top of the Christmas tree (which, being so tall and skinny, pretty easily tips from any blow to it’s upper half). I added lights and ornaments last night. It survived the night, but it will of course be interesting to see what’s left when I get home…