I didn’t like them, but I have to admit they could be visually striking.
I think the judgements are merely expressions of personal taste. Some people cannot have real trees for various reasons. Others like the convenience of artificial trees. It’s largely a matter of taste—De gustibus non disputandem est.
I was going to say that if nobody else did.
Martha Stewart doesn’t live here—or have cats. A few pine needles amongst the cat fur is no big deal.
We’ve never had a cat chew on or attempt to eat any part of a natural tree. However, we have had them try to eat plastics. We think the reasons they chew on or eat plastic is the texture (gristle-like) and the smell of the plasticizer chemicals they all contain. Some plasticizers have been shown to be either toxic or carcinogenic, and others may be but haven’t been tested yet.
If you have kittens, or older Tenzing Norcats, wire your tree to a swag hook in the ceiling.
Every year our real tree gets cut up. The branches go through the chipper-shredder to make mulch for the vegetable garden. The trunk gets burned as the Yule Log in our fireplace.
Except as kittens or adolescents, our guys didn’t ’t bother the tree, much. Low hanging cat toys, however …
I almost wish I was still working for The Company That Shall Remain Nameless so I could put up a Tommybaum in my office and croggle all the unimaginative structural engineers who thought they knew everything. It’s fun to macrame mundanes’ minds!
“Demood”? What does it have to do with mute bovines?