Our Christmas Tree is still here...dead.

Hi....it's me....Annie Grace,
I have read Yoda's letter of demise and can only hope that the economic stimulus Make Over/Make Up check arrives in Atlanta from Obama after he reviews my proposal. If you go away on vacation...it makes you feel better so therefor......it's a Make Over! Anyway...Yoda has no bearing on my daily life and I am confident he is well attended to although he now has a white sister bulldog which might be just a tad traumatizing. He has no knowledge that his old abode is covered with plastic Easter eggs hanging from the front bushes which are not yet green (still WAITING for spring!) and it really is quite horrific. As I now am back to my old front window perch with anticipation of spring I spend a considerable amount of time there in the morning, today I just about fell off the window sill......what the heck is a tree doing down on the ground? I gasped as I peered out more carefully. That is our Christmas Tree!!! As The Lady is dropping the Coach satchel (filled with files she will never open tonight and will just bring them back in the office tomorrow....un-done) loudly on the floor and removing scary high heels while pouring a glass of fermented grape juice I bring this to her attention that I am embarrassed to have a dead Christmas Tree in the yard.
"Oh Annie.....I forgot about it." she told me while opening mounds of junk mail and getting sidetracked with the Victoria Secret swim suite addition. to which I have no time to tell her that the swim suite WILL LOOK NOTHING LIKE THAT ON HER! But anyway.....I digress. How could you forget about a dead tree for......4 months??
"Oh Annie....it's been so cold...I never go out there."
Look Lady....stop slathering on more eye cream and googling Hugh Jackman and George Clooney and get it OUT OF HERE! I am embarrassed. Being a regal pure bread cat.....I have a stellar reputation to up hold.
"But Annie....I don't know how to get rid of it." she says while sipping her fermented grape juice and now trying on her Reef leopard flip flops to make sure her feet won't go into Ugg withdrawal clearly having not a clue of my embarrassment nor how we appear to this entire community.
I stare at her....for about 7 minutes, open my eyes wide.......slowly saunter away while giving her a look of disgust.
"Annie, do you want a treat or two?"
I now turn, come back and rub her legs, sit at her feet and figure......what the heck....no one will see the tree for about 3 weeks. Please God....don't let me have to explain why she tried to deduct me on her tax return....I will deal with the dead tree.