Christmas Tree, meet Gabby: your Destructor.
State your purpose! Who are you and what are you doing here?
I do not trust the tree...
Is this our new treehouse?
Attack!
Stare contest. Ready, 1, 2, 3, go!
The cats are going bat $hit crazy (the last time this happened they broke a lamp). I've come to the conclusion that my tree is made of catnip. Or, they are convinced I just gave them a really, really big toy. Either way, the outcome is not in my favor, or the tree's for that matter. And I think I can safely say that ornaments are out of the question. Hundreds of bright shiny things dangling above their heads just might send them into orbit.
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