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The scene is the same as before, but the view has widened to include an artificial Christmas tree. It has strands of lights on it, but they are not lit. Babe rests in front of the fireplace.
Laura enters from the garage door, carrying a red faux-velvet tree skirt, which she proceeds to extract from its cardboard and plastic ties with many popping noises.
Babe leaps to her feet, and darts back and forth, apparently unsure which way to dive to avoid the coming fabric apocalypse.
Laura proceeds to settle the tree skirt about the base of the tree, seam toward the back, and turn on the lights on the tree, which are red and green. She then moves toward the garage, disappearing off-stage.
Babe approaches the tree skirt, sniffs it cautiously, and then lies down on it. Laura, returning from the garage, gives an audible "awww" at the tableau that greets her, before carrying her bag into the kitchen area in the background, where she proceeds to replace a burnt-out light bulb.
In the foreground, Babe begins to chew on and kick at one edge of the tree skirt. Only after a particularly loud scratching noise does Laura look down from the light socket, one hand still on the bulb, and yell. "BABE!"
Babe panics, jumps up, and runs back toward the fireplace, where she crouches; it's hard to tell if she is scared or feeling playful, and a mixture seems most likely.
Laura resumes replacing the bulb, finishes, and heats a couple hot dogs in the microwave. Shortly, she is seated in front of the fireplace and Babe has retreated to the middle of the floor, where she once more eyes the tree skirt warily. She moves closer, and begins to attack the edge once more, at which point Laura grabs up a spray bottle and sprays Babe with water, requiring four volleys before the cat moves, running around to hide behind the bean bag.
She hides there for a few bites of the hotdog, and then creeps out (away from the tree) to sniff and paw at Laura's work shoes, left sitting near the door to the garage.
Laura gathers up the spray bottle again, looking unhappy. "Babe!" Babe sniffs the shoes. "BABE!" Babe comes away from the shoes, hiding under the rocker and watching a backpack (Scott's backpack, although there is no name tag to alert those who haven't seen it in other scenes) as if considering it as a toy. Instead, she slowly lies down.
Laura resumes eating.
Babe waits a few moments, then crosses to the tree skirt and stands on it, one paw raised, looking down at the fabric in front of her, her ears cocked forward to show intense interest. She is placed so that a rocking chair partly obscures the line of sight between her and Laura.
Laura looks up from her dinner. "Baaaabe." The tone is warning this time, and a touch irritable. She leans a bit, as if trying to see what the cat is doing. Finally, she gathers up the spray bottle and moves to the side where she can see the cat more clearly. "BABE."
Babe looks up at Laura and the water bottle. The ears-alert mischievous expression stays, but the paw is set down. She looks at Laura for a long moment, then looks down at the tree skirt as if contemplating the best angle of attack. After a moment more she looks back at Laura, and slowly sinks until she is lying down on the fabric.
Laura resumes her previous position, now leaning to the side every few seconds to check on the cat through the rocking chair.
Babe simply lies there, head up - clearly not asleep - but not doing anything else.
Laura enters from the garage door, carrying a red faux-velvet tree skirt, which she proceeds to extract from its cardboard and plastic ties with many popping noises.
Babe leaps to her feet, and darts back and forth, apparently unsure which way to dive to avoid the coming fabric apocalypse.
Laura proceeds to settle the tree skirt about the base of the tree, seam toward the back, and turn on the lights on the tree, which are red and green. She then moves toward the garage, disappearing off-stage.
Babe approaches the tree skirt, sniffs it cautiously, and then lies down on it. Laura, returning from the garage, gives an audible "awww" at the tableau that greets her, before carrying her bag into the kitchen area in the background, where she proceeds to replace a burnt-out light bulb.
In the foreground, Babe begins to chew on and kick at one edge of the tree skirt. Only after a particularly loud scratching noise does Laura look down from the light socket, one hand still on the bulb, and yell. "BABE!"
Babe panics, jumps up, and runs back toward the fireplace, where she crouches; it's hard to tell if she is scared or feeling playful, and a mixture seems most likely.
Laura resumes replacing the bulb, finishes, and heats a couple hot dogs in the microwave. Shortly, she is seated in front of the fireplace and Babe has retreated to the middle of the floor, where she once more eyes the tree skirt warily. She moves closer, and begins to attack the edge once more, at which point Laura grabs up a spray bottle and sprays Babe with water, requiring four volleys before the cat moves, running around to hide behind the bean bag.
She hides there for a few bites of the hotdog, and then creeps out (away from the tree) to sniff and paw at Laura's work shoes, left sitting near the door to the garage.
Laura gathers up the spray bottle again, looking unhappy. "Babe!" Babe sniffs the shoes. "BABE!" Babe comes away from the shoes, hiding under the rocker and watching a backpack (Scott's backpack, although there is no name tag to alert those who haven't seen it in other scenes) as if considering it as a toy. Instead, she slowly lies down.
Laura resumes eating.
Babe waits a few moments, then crosses to the tree skirt and stands on it, one paw raised, looking down at the fabric in front of her, her ears cocked forward to show intense interest. She is placed so that a rocking chair partly obscures the line of sight between her and Laura.
Laura looks up from her dinner. "Baaaabe." The tone is warning this time, and a touch irritable. She leans a bit, as if trying to see what the cat is doing. Finally, she gathers up the spray bottle and moves to the side where she can see the cat more clearly. "BABE."
Babe looks up at Laura and the water bottle. The ears-alert mischievous expression stays, but the paw is set down. She looks at Laura for a long moment, then looks down at the tree skirt as if contemplating the best angle of attack. After a moment more she looks back at Laura, and slowly sinks until she is lying down on the fabric.
Laura resumes her previous position, now leaning to the side every few seconds to check on the cat through the rocking chair.
Babe simply lies there, head up - clearly not asleep - but not doing anything else.
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It's their first Christmas in this house. Apple's just a year old this summer, so she may not have had a Christmas tree before. And Babe may well not have - I'm not sure Mom and Dad bothered with a full-sized one these last few years. In fact, I strongly suspect they didn't, given the hassles thereof and their dislike of artificial trees.
So besides being a disruption of how they know the house, it's All New. And that makes it either scary, or a toy.
It's gonna be a long holiday season in that sense, isn't it? Either that or a short one - I may come home one day and find the tree skirt (and possibly the tree and any presents...) shredded, at this rate. :P
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