Bertie and Matilda's first Christmas - they were 3 months old - was a real adventure for them but a total disaster for me. I have a policy going back to childhood of only putting my decorations up on the day after my birthday, which is Dec 12, so on Dec 13 that year, I dutifully put up my tree. By the 15th, I had taken it down again after coming home to find all the decorations under the sofa and the tree at a 45 degree angle with a kitten straddling the branches. It went back up on the 24th, and came down on the 26th, and had to be binned, so bad was the damage!!! And in the midst of it all, my present wrapping evening went a bit wrong when I left the room and returned to find that Bertie had rolled Matilda up inside some wrapping paper, meowing pitifully ... when I managed to untangle her, Bert was so excited to see her that he then had a wee on the remaining wrapping paper and I ended up scouring the 24-hour supermarket for more paper at 11pm on the 23rd ... ah, the joys of kittens at Christmas