Shopping for this year’s tree, we saw this one and realized that it had an old bird’s nest hiding in the inner branches. We thought that was a good sign and almost picked it as our tree. But then we remembered the cats. And decided that maybe it wouldn’t be such a good thing to have bird scents emanating from the already enticing tree in the middle of the living room. So we picked a different one – a jolly, fat tree we’ve named Chester. Pictures of him tomorrow.