You can always tell who didn’t pet-proof their home the instant you walk in. On a normal day that could mean a knocked over lamp, a ripped open pillow, litter on the floor. On Christmas? A whole ‘nother ballgame. The pets can’t help it: twinkling lights, fuzzy trees and sparkly stuff? It’s in their nature to screw it up. And their human’s fault for not trying to pet-proof the house. I’ll always side with the animal, they’re much cuter.