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  1. My guess is that you’re right, Ivy won’t be able to resist all the temptations of a Christmas tree!

  2. I used to have problems with my dogs wanting each others’ food. One was a large lab & the other a tiny Morkie. So One day I put the big dog’s food in the little bowl & the little dog’s food in the big bowl…problem solved! They both thought they were getting the others’ food & I had no more problems. Weird.

  3. I’ve had different cats over the years . I’m lucky none ever climbed my tree. I hang jingle bells around the bottom of my tree , they are not ornaments they are alarms . That way I know if anyone is getting a little to curious.

  4. Try wearing Gracie out after dinner. Laser light, fishing toy, whatever she likes to play with. Really moving and expending that energy. Hopefully then she’ll sleep and so can you!

  5. My cat, Baby Girl, pretty much leaves the tree alone. She does like to sleep underneath it and for some weird reason she will nibble on the tips of the lower branches. It’s an artificial tree too. My late cat, Jezebel, liked to climb the tree. She would climb the inner branches where we couldn’t see her, but we could see the tree moving so we would know she was in there.

  6. Hi Brenda,
    I had the same worries about a Christmas tree this year because I took in Simon at the end of May and he is also curious and can be a “wild child”. I had decided to downsize to a small tabletop tree this year. It came and I had to put it up to make sure the lights were working. Instead of taking it down and putting it back in the box, I decided to leave it up and decorate it for Thanksgiving as a sort of trial run to see how Simon would behave. I did pick Simon up and he let me hold him while I showed it to him and let him sniff. So far so good, he hasn’t paid any attention to it. Of all the cats I’ve had over the years, none of them bothered the tree. One used to like to sleep under it and one would pick one ornament each year to bat at, but other than that it was fine. Margie in CA

  7. My cat Hobbs was with me for 22 years until he had a stroke and passed on, He was a rescue, and was approximately 6 months old when I adopted him from our local shelter. For 22 years I’d wake up with Hobbs laying across my head, he weighed a hefty 19 lbs. How I miss that sweet boy! Enjoy your beautiful girls

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