Allie wrote:
I remember my mother had a cat. The Christmas tree would be up and every so often I’d hear a crash. I peeked around the corner and saw the cat, her hand under the ball delicately lifting the ball with its hook off of the bottom limbs, hitting it hard with her paw and smashing it against the wall. She thought it was great fun. My mom said it was okay—my mom would put the cheap, older, worn-out balls that she really didn’t want anymore on the very bottom of the tree.
Cute! It takes creativity to deal with these cats.