And why is our Christmas tree on the table outside, under the portales? That's a question that you might want to ask young Tony Gramsci, don't you think? After various assaults from him - during which time he was reprimanded for trying to eat it, and then jumping down, caught his (slightly defective) back leg in the stand - it was removed, both for his safety and its own. In fact, it looks rather good there, covered in red cardinals. Last time (back in the days when Moth and Walter Gomez were inquisitive adolescents) that we had it outside, real, live, feathery birds came and lodged in it to keep warm, so we (especially the cats) are looking forward to a repeat performance.
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