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It was electrifying the year I realized cats shouldn’t eat Christmas tree lights Sara N. St. Clair We first got our cats in 1996. One of them is all black with green eyes, and the other is gray with greenish-yellow eyes. Even though you can’t tell, the two cats are sisters. Right off, we knew that our cats were a little strange. The black one named Bear started to play fetch with a little plastic doll. The other one, Ardis, liked to chew on everything, even Christmas tree lights. The Christmas tree is the same plastic one that we had ever since I was born. There was one difference about the tree though. My parents had just purchased new lights for the tree, and I was so proud of myself that I had set up the lights all on my own. The best moment was when I gathered my whole family together and flipped the switch. The lights looked great! Everyone said their “oohs” and “aahs.” Yet, my excitement was short lived. For a few days the lights looked great and were very impressive. Then one day I came home and ran in to turn on the lights, but when I did, they didn’t turn on! I was so upset that all my hard work had just gone down the drain! Luckily, my dad is very electrically oriented so I ran to him and hysterically asked, “Dad, the lights won’t turn on, what’s wrong!?” He calmly replied, “Don’t worry we’ll fix it.” At first, my dad thought it was just one light that had burned out and triggered all the rest to do so also. So I started the tedious process, so again I went to my dad and asked him what I should do. He said in response, “I don’t know, let me take a look.” Then he looked at the lights, and in a minute he came back to me with the answer to the predicament. “I know what happen”, he said. “Ardis must have chewed through the cord!” I was so angry at Ardis that I could have screamed, but instead, I took my anger out on a pillow. As usual, my dad came to the electrical rescue. He simply found some electrical tape and reconnected the wires on the cord. I think when she bit through the cord, she got a bit of a shock. So even to this day, she never goes near the Christmas tree or the lights. Lodinews Home | News | Sports
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