One of the first things I did after closing on my home last year was buy a Christmas tree. Yes, a Christmas tree. To clarify, I closed two days before the new year, and there was a 70% final clearance sale. That 7.5-foot tree had been sitting in my garage for 11 long months. You can only imagine how excited I was to finally unbox it and put up the beauty. And for one glorious moment, it was perfect. But only for one moment. My eight-month old kitten Ness thought I’d just transplanted a tree in the living room for his enjoyment. Having lived with a cat before, I knew…