Every Wednesday night, we meet at a teahouse in our neighborhood. Margaret, Linda and Kaylee are my very good friends. Kaylee shells peanuts for me. I don't drink the tea. They have a cat at this teahouse, and I keep my eye on it incase it decides to come down out of the tree! Yes, there are trees inside the teahouse, but I am strictly forbidden from lifting my leg on them, although I must admit I have tried. I don't see what the big deal is - a tree is a tree, right?