I've been thinking that Kevin has been a well behaved boy these days. Generally, he's got a routine, which he follows to the T. He's not been naughty, or badly behaved for a while. In fact, he's almost been boringly good.
But as I've discovered, it was all a sham. He was just pretending to be a good kitty, and lulling us into some sort of peaceful oblivion, thinking that all was well.
It's definitely a good thing he looks so
I grabbed every towel in the house and as they uprighted the tree, I started mopping up about a gallon of water, trying to get as much as it as possible before it soaked into the carpet and gifts. I was able to get most of the gifts out of the way in time, but a few got wet. We salvaged everything but one gift bag, which held a couple of books. So my Christmas Eve was ultimately spent, blow drying books (my own present from the husband), which had gotten a bit wet. My sweetie had to screw the tree holder directly into the floor, in order to keep the now, bedraggled tree upright.
When we finally were able to sit down and figure out what happened, we realized that earlier that afternoon, when Kevin was sniffing the tree and a few low hanging baubles, he was actually preparing for mayhem. It was he, who my son saw try to climb the tree a few minutes earlier, despite an admonishment and moving him out of the way, it was Kevin who raced by us all, after felling the tree with his adventures.
A trip to the big box department store replaced a bunch of broken baubles at half price, but when I took down our now sad, rumpled tree, I realized that most of the ornaments which had broken, were the old ones, baubles and bits from when my kids were young. Thankfully, I never got around to putting the really vintage ornaments on the tree this year, or that would have been much more sad. By the time I was able to get the camera out, the guys had picked up and vacuumed up a rather large pile of broken bits and pieces. These were all they had left out for me to document the cat-tastrophe.