The tree came into the house on Sunday, and then it waited. The bins were dragged up from the basement, but I didn’t open them. I baked some cookies, I streamed a show or two, I did laundry. Sabine tried to bite a branch and was scolded away. Opal and Seneca also waited.
Today I plugged the lights in to make sure they were good, and began to wrap them in and out of the branches. I put up a step ladder to reach the top, where a bit needed to be lopped off. I turned my back on the ladder.
This just happened. I didn’t pose them. It was clear, on some level, that they expected me to pick up my phone and start taking pictures. They waited, they purred, they supervised.