They pawed, batted and sniffed while Charlene supervised from a nearby chair.
While the boys were engrossed in the tree, Charlene leapt from her perch, landed just inches away from the Loudermilks, and scared the bejesus out of them.
They quickly recovered, and went back to business.
Later that day, while I put the finishing touches on the tree, I was treated to this lovely holiday kitten concert.
For spastic kittens, they keep very good time, don't you think?
PS In unrelated news, I'm going to temporarily turn on "comment moderation". I've been getting too many spammy comments, which is driving me bonkers, and I need to try to discourage that for a spell. Once things settle down, I'll switch it back.