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We always had huge Christmas trees when I was a child. Here, we have a loft, and we'd put one in the corner of the steps for our cat Zoe. She would stare at it, sleep under it at night instead of her usual sleeping with us, sit on different steps to see it from different angles; she seemed to think it magical. The next cat, Biscuit, who showed up in the backyard declawed and starving, weighing under 3 pounds initially and only getting up to six, was overwhelmed. She tried to climb it, jump from the steps - nope, no more trees. The current cat, Old Baby Kitten (or just cat), she's never seen one and we're done with them. Ornaments were given to eldest niece to divvy between the three of them year back.

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