...We didn't mean to get a cat (in fact, I hate cats). It just sort of happened. His name is McGonagall (after Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter, of course). I found him at work one day last month.
I was just standing in the office at the school getting ready for the class I teach, when this cute cat started rubbing against my leg. Poor guy was starving and apparently was living inside the school and mooching off all the kids during lunch. They would save food especially for him. So cute.
Anyway, that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is to tell you that he is the worst cat in the world.
One day, we came home and weren't able to find him anywhere. We were searching everywhere. I thought for sure he was gone (and, don't tell Tyler...But, I was kind of relieved about it. He kind of smells)...Then I looked in the tree and there he was.

It was cute. Until he tipped over the tree and broke all of the ornaments.
He decided this was his new favorite past time, and proceeded to tip over the tree over and over and over (and over and over)...It now looks like this. And, I'm depressed. It won't straighten out. We are stuck with a whoville tree.
Moral of the story? Never get a cat.




