Our little kitten Blue has certainly made himself at home.  We all love him beyond reason.  Lately though he has started to turn up in the oddest places, sort of like our little one’s Elf on the Shelf.  He has been in a (thankfully empty) giant pasta pot on the stove, he has appeared on top of our baby doll’s tipi, and his most recent hang out has been inside our Christmas tree.  I had forgotten how WILD Siamese are.  They’re climbers, they’re hunters, and they’re talkers; plus they are incredibly smart.  We have a Bengal who is more domesticated for heaven’s sake!  And our little guy, who is a rescue, is only half!  Thankfully he is still so tiny he cannot weigh down the tree enough to tip it over.  But he’s batting shiny ornaments, chewing on tinsel, and just making a general nuisance of his adorably handsome self.  He literally fell asleep in the “branches” and was so camouflaged I did not even discover him until he decided he wanted to get down.  The American naturalist Joseph Wood Krutch once said:

“Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.”

So currently around our house there are twelve presents hiding, eleven sacks a rattling, ten squirrels a leaping, nine possums riding (on their mama), eight birds a chirping, seven fish a swimming, six raccoons playing, five shredded strings, four crashes heard, three French tins, two turtles loved, and a Siamese in the Christmas tree.