I sat at the counter in the kitchen watching from behind as he sent Santa diving from his perch. I guess the jolly old style Saint Nickolas offended our kitty, or Jack was just in a particularly mischievous mood. I saw the paw shove the decoration, then heard Santa's bell jingling on his way down and as he bounced off the sofa and landed on the floor.
As I sit and shake my head, I can't help but want to laugh at the antics of cats. I love them, but sometimes they can be downright a--holes! Luckily, Santa survived. He's just cheap plastic and nothing broke.
|Jack is either proud of making sure gravity still works|
or... Nope. He's proud, like a typical cat.
The beard's a little messed up, but otherwise he's ready to go back on the wall with the snowmen.
Like most of our decorations, he was a Christmas gift many years ago. He will live on for another Christmas season, despite the cats.