I don’t bother with a tree now because I go to the family for Christmas and they have one. When we did have a tree, the cat eventually got bored with pinging the ornaments all over the place and being told “no” continuously and fortunately she wasn’t bothered about climbing up it.
However, I used to have an iguana and the tree was like a magnet to him. He was allowed to free roam and, on the first Christmas we had him, he made a beeline for the tree. It was probably the first time that an iguana had appeared as a fairy on the top of a tree.
Getting him down wasn’t easy!
Thankfully that was the only year he bothered to climb up the tree because, as an adult, he was 4ft 6” in length and weighed 4kgs so if he’d decided to shoot up it again then it would have been a case of “TIMBER!”
The tree climbing was replaced with his tromping all over the presents underneath the tree instead.