Baxter, the end of my Christmas tree, and tummy trouble

Well, don't let those incredibly cute pictures fool you. I know he is adorable, I know he looks innocent. But, at the sight of my newly erected Christmas tree, he became "Baxter: the flying squirrel-cat".

That tree and all the lights brought out something in him I haven't seen even in my wild Lilly. When I tried squirting him with water to stop him (he HATES water), even that wouldn't deter him. He literally waited across the room for the right moment, and then ran, full speed, and flung himself into the center of the tree. I have never seen anything quite like it. He couldn't help himself, and I couldn't stop him. Lilly sat on the chair in the den watching him, and would then look at me as if to say, "what a dumbass".

I foolishly thought he would calm down during the night, and get used to the Christmas tree. The next morning, it looked like...well, it looked like a cat had repeatedly flung himself into it with great speed from a decent distance over and over.

So, the tree came down.

But, he is pretty darn cute.

Now, onto my tummy troubles. On top of everything else that has been going on, I saw a gastroenerologist today, and he is pretty sure I have an ulcer or two. Why, I wonder? It's not like I have been stressed! So, I have to go in and have a colonoscopy, AND an upper endoscopy to find out for sure what is going on. I dread this, but the pain the last week has been really bad. A shout out to a few of my friends who have had these tests (or know someone who has) and have given me gory, not so nice stories to think about (and look forward to). ;0)

Kim >^..^<