When I woke from my nap the other day, I discovered a wee tree on top of the chest in the dining room.
I'm not supposed to go up there, but I did, because I had to investigate.
And after close examination, I can't help but think it was meant for me.
It's got Wylla-sized baubles.
And Wylla-sized garlands.
And Wylla-sized bird ornaments.
So, I just sit there and wonder if this tree is for me.
I mean really, how could it NOT be.
Just look at those Wylla-sized presents.
I see no gift tags, but those presents must be mine - they're much too small for anyone else. Only my tiny paws could untie those ribbons and unwrap those packages.
I've been told many times to leave the tree be.
But it's very hard to resist.
When I just know, it was put there for me.