I grew up with lots and lots of cats (we took in strays for an organization and fed them til they could find a more permanent home), and we cut our own Christmas tree, which I always insisted be the tallest our (lofty) ceiling could accomodate. Result: cats here, there and everywhere, and a tree guywired to three walls...

We now have a hyperactive kitten about to meet her first Christmas tree. She already climbs the curtains by jump-catching all four paws, and does campus-training on the back of the kitchen chairs, overhanging to her.

I can hardly wait.