Years ago, my sister gave the fur-purrs gnome catnip toys for Christmas. Sweet gesture and very cat-approved. Unfortunately, they also match my actual Christmas gnome decorations a little too well.
Now when I come home, it looks like the gnomes have fought a battle they absolutely did not win. JZ struts through the wreckage like he’s defending the homeland.
I do remind him, daily, that these gnomes are décor… not prey. In response, he brushes “gnome dust” off his face using the little Christmas tree another gnome is holding. His silent message to me is my feelings do not meowter.
I’ve accepted that holiday peace may never return. I just live among the fallen now.
Send strength,
LM