Actually, it's only one cat. Abbey. It's a really good thing she's my favorite. She spends her day climbing my tree - almost to the top. There are big holes in the tree where the branches are all crunched down and my lights are taking a beating. Yesterday she broke my favorite ornament. It was dangling on the branch above where she was at. She couldn't pass up that opportunity. The rest of the time, she knocks stuff off so Buster can chew it up. Which he does with glee and tries to run and hide when I try to take it from him. Then I have to pry his mouth open to get it from him. I swear, they are in this together. She gets in the tree, he barks and the next thing you know he's got something to chew on. Last year, she knocked off all my decorations from the ice box next to the three, pulling down and breaking my fountain in the process. She is now practicing leaping from the tree onto the valance above the window. It's only a matter of time before my tree goes over. I can't wait.