It’s Twelfth Night, which is traditionally the day that we get off our lazy butts and take our Christmas decorations down.

Well, actually, this year all we have to take down is the Christmas tree. We got all of our decorations down from the attic earlier on in the Christmas season, but didn’t get around to putting anything up except the (artificial, pre-lit) tree itself, which we didn’t even put up until the weekend before Christmas. We just weren’t feeling all that Christmasy this year. Besides, soon after we put up our tree, we had these:

Yes! Cats! Cats with green laser beams shooting out their eyes! And since many of our ornaments are breakable, we didn’t want the laser-eyed cats shooting them down.

It’s weird. For years none of our cats even gave the Christmas tree a second glance. But then last year we got the two kittens and suddenly they’re all over it. The older cats still don’t give a damn about the tree, but Ingrid and Rupert still see it as one of their most favorite playthings ever.

Anyway. It’s Twelfth Night tonight, so we’ll be taking down the tree… and taking away the cats’ shiny sparkly plaything. How un-seasonable is that?