Molly Christmas

Snurt! I was just reading here http://www.metamorphosism.com/ about kitties barfing up tinsel (one of those regional words: I call them icicles.....Like I call fireflies "lightning bugs," though I find "fireflies" more poetic....You get the idea) and the story reminded me of our long-gone but not-forgotten cat named Molly who loved the Christmas season because it afforded her a chance to eat icicles off the Christmas tree (which, I found later, though not through a direct tragedy, can be dangerous for animals to ingest).

Of course, we'd always see the icicles again, one way or the other.
One way: there would be a festive little pile on the floor where she'd binged-and-purged them through the GAAAK system.
The other: she'd walk around and we'd notice something hanging from her uh backside. An icicle. Sometimes the silver would have worn off and it would be totally clear.

Ah, good times, good times!