Funny Pet Stories - Christmas Tales
Here is a funny story I found at MSNBC
An elf in the tree
Kirby, a 12-year-old lilac-point Siamese, likes to climb up in the middle of the tree and peer out at passersby, who are understandably startled to see that pointy elfin face suddenly pop through the branches. Kirby’s also fond of eating holiday greenery, which he then vomits up, much to the dismay of his owner, Connie Holmes of Laguna Niguel, Calif.
Kirby’s sister, a tabby-point Siamese named Jazmyn, enjoys eating the ribbons off boxes, a potentially fatal habit, so packages are now plain at the Holmes household.
But Holmes’ approach is to take her cats’ antics in stride. “They love Christmas as much as I do,” she says.
The new owner of 118-pound Keisha, a Saint Bernard puppy, adopted just days before Thanksgiving, is learning some strategies that should help her head off trouble this holiday season.
“Never turn your back after the tablecloth is on the table, because she’s either on the table or running past it to grab the corner end of great-grandma’s Irish lace and linen to whip it off the table,” says Suzanne Moore of Glide, Ore. As she surfed the Internet for Web sites on repairing antique hand-tatted lace, Moore decided on a new holiday tradition.
“We learned it is much easier and less stressful to give thanks at a table covered with a vinyl tablecloth and set with paper plates that are filled from an improvised buffet on the breakfast bar, which is the only counter high enough that Keisha can’t just sneak by and grab a turkey leg on the run,” Moore says. “And everyone can relax and not worry about gravy and wine stains on a museum-quality tablecloth or fear that someone will chip or break the china. It was a great lesson!”
Some pets don’t want to do damage at the holidays; they just want to let us know who’s really in charge. At least, that’s the theory that writer Barbara Florio Graham, of Gatineau, Quebec, Canada, ascribes to the actions of her cat Simon Teakettle, nicknamed Tiki.
Being an experienced cat owner, she collected nonbreakable ornaments for her Christmas tree, among them several sets of crocheted white snowflakes, which she hung on the Norfolk Island pine in her living room.
“Every year, Tiki would watch carefully as I hung these, listen to my admonitions that he was not to touch, and dutifully leave the room,” she says. “And every morning, one single snowflake, its hook still attached, would have been carefully removed from a branch and placed delicately on the rug. It was his way of letting me know who made the actual decisions in the household.”
Article taken from MSNBC - Kim Campbell Thornton
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