The humans had their Christmas a couple of days early. Just like we expected, there was nothing for us.

We were beginning to think that we were out of luck, and that our only festive toy would be the little Santa that my human gave Binga two years ago, before I was even here.

A 5-foot tall cat tree! Granted, she did a lousy wrap job with the ribbons, but it's what's underneath the wrapping that counts.

Frankly, the thing was so big it was kind of intimidating. Both Boodie and I were kind of suspicious of it. The only one who took to it right away was Binga. In fact she took to it so much she wouldn't let us get near it!

Boodie decided she wanted to play on it and Binga chased her away, up the stairs into the hallway. She body slammed her and made her hiss.

I watched all this in horror. Binga had gone insane and our Christmas was ruined!

Finally, my human did something really smart for once. She locked Binga in the kitchen and put me on the cat tree all by myself. I got to check it out, break it in - and I rubbed my face over every inch of it so that it smelled like me.

When she finally let Binga out of the kitchen, she walked over and sniffed the cat tree from top to bottom. She realized that it was meant for all of us and stopped acting like a possessive freak. Now we can all take turns being Queen of the Cat Tree.

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