This year I have not given our Christmas tree a second thought knowing Boris’s destructive playfulness and his pilot’s license, the tree would be his main landing strip.
“My furry ball of cuteness” Boris, saved me the trouble we awoke to find the tree beaten, dragged, fully plucked with feathered leaves on the living room floor the next morning.
Thankfully he was not harmed. I got down to my routine, “bent over” cleaning up his mess and like clockwork, he runs and spring boards onto my back and into the air.
If you would like to be the adventurous one try hanging the tree from the ceiling. There is no guarantees that this will work especially if your Ragdoll can fly and has a pilot’s license like my Boris.