What better place to buy a Christmas tree? I couldn't think of one anyway, so we paid a visit last weekend and 15 seconds into a tour of the tree barn, we found this gorgeous tree. She is called Fiona. I love her for her bushiness and her well-rounded arse, making her the antithesis of my general taste in women.
The cat is treating Fiona with extreme caution, sitting in front of her and staring for minutes at a time. Possibly the cat has developed a tree-based religion, but more likely is planning a daring assault on the summit. Cats do that sort of thing, they are deviants.