Well, Flicker, my kitty at large, has been pretty good at leaving the tree alone. Even a month ago this would have been impossible. I use an industrial size plant mister. What with all those baptisms, Flicker and the Christ child have adopted an uneasy truce.
The main problem stems from the era thousands of eons ago when cats were worshiped as gods. You can inagine what a come-down that must have been. One day eating the equivlent of Tinbuktu Fancy Feast, and the nexr fighting rats the size of small children over the leavings at the city dump.
You can see where cats are pissed off big time. If the only thng they do is break a few baubles, you are fortunate. Did I tell you about the 5 cats that ate a mother, father, 3 children, and Uncle Barnie for dinner?
