Last night, after we'd gone to bed we hear a crash and the sound of glass breaking. We were both so tired and sleepy that we each just rolled over, said "that can't be good", and went back to sleep.
This morning, it was abundantly clear what had happened. It wasn't yet light when I made my way toward the kitchen for my morning Diet Pepsi and bagel. In the living room (which the Girl calls "the Great Room" to distinguish it from the other main level, living-room-like room which she calls "the Hearth Room") I saw to my utter dismay our 10-foot tall tree -- which we (mostly the Girl, while I've kept my nose in my Trusts and Estates text, preparing for my final law school exam this coming Friday) had just completed decorating -- lying on its side. Shattered ornaments, spilled water, and scattered, empty ornament boxes completed the scene.
I'm pretty sure our youngest cat, a male named "Buster" (how appropriate, don't you think?), attempted to climb the tree and his weight toppled it when he got high enough (we've seen him in trees outside, so we know he has a penchant for it). After we got the tree uprighted and the debris picked up I thought - "I should have taken a picture of this disaster!"
My girl turned to me, about 3/4 of the way through re-construction, and said "I love going through catastrophes with you." When I inquired as to what she could possibly mean, she just said "because you always stay so calm." ::smile:: Well, what's the alternative?
Ain't pets grand?