Arboreal de-decoration supervisor

A few days ago, when removing the decorations from our Christmas tree on twelfth night, our matriarchal cat Lily (who had 'supervised' with interest the tree's decoration two weeks previously) was once again on site to make sure that we performed the task to her satisfaction. Each bauble was inspected as it came off the tree, and was placed back in its box, and on occasion she would lean through the banisters, as if trying to join in more proactively.

It was only once the tree was fully denuded and we had retired for a cup of tea (quite late by this point), that she began looking at it wistfully, walking up and down the stairs taking in its grey-green nakedness.  A little calling ensued, and being a talkative sort she came to 'tell us all about it' (as cats do).  She has been extremely dismissive of me since, and I get the distinct impression that she feels strongly that no sooner had she organised for her beautiful tree to be erected by us, it had been dismantled again and now look how boring the stairwell looks...

And so in honour of Lily's prima-donna attitude to life, here's a photographic example of her showing off to the camera.