It had been a normal living room once. And yet, in the span of a few days, it was no longer normal. No, instead there were stockings attached to a wall, adjacent to a giant Christmas tree which was currently sporting strands of tinsel and assorted ornaments. The tinsel was also adorning the rest of the apartment, and the one unfortunate enough to have tried to wrestle it into submission.

"Next time we get a smaller tree," the victim was now telling the cat (visible only because of the Santa hat on his head), balancing on her toes on top of a chair just in an attempt to set a silver star on the very top of the tree. "Or maybe I'll be taller next year. What do you think, Duff?"

The low, skeptical meow wasn't very reassuring.