It would seem that the cats are so excited about Santa Paws coming in a few weeks that they decided that the Christmas tree lights should stay on all night long. I swear I turned the lights off last night (actually, I don't think I ever turned it on). But when I got up this morning, lo and behold, the tree was lit up, like, like, well, a Christmas tree.
Now, I suppose some would call this a Christmas miracle. A tree that lights itself. Others may say that the cats know something about the meaning of Christmas that I need to learn myself. A beacon in dark times or some such.
However, being the realist that I am, it says to me that I need to find another place for the power-strip that the string of lights are plugged into. The cats must have trambled upon the "on" button while they fought under the tree last night.
