Wraithfodder's Lair

My late, lamented kitty, Dinsdale, used to play homicidal psycho jungle cat in the Christmas tree. We had a fake tree, so he bent most of the branches to make comfortable perches for himself while he ate the Christmas lights. He never broke an ornament, but he would chew on all the Christmas lights. Every now and then, a blue spark would shoot out of his mouth and he'd look really startled, but it never stopped him. Apparently, he just considered those the spicy ones. It's a wonder he never electrocuted himself.