Back at the dawn of time. (i.e. B.C. before cellphone, before computer) we had a red tabby cat named Yellowball, who decided one night during the Christmas season to climb the Christmas tree while no one was looking, bringing the whole thing down, and breaking various of the bubble lights which we loved so much. I wish I could have seen his face at the time, before he hid for hours under my bed, knowing he had done something terribly wrong, but I imagine it looked very much like this picture, apparently taken after Christmas day, but before the tree came down. I say apparently because notice there are no presents anywhere to be seen, ergo after Christmas.
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