The first crunch that I heard, I couldn't really place what it was. I kept on with what I was doing, but then I heard it again. I got up to check and there she was, the evidence strewn around her in several small pieces. As I bent down to look, I quickly realized that there weren't enough small pieces to make a whole icicle. Uh oh. I resumed what I had been doing and an hour later, I heard the telltale crunch again. I ran this time to the scene of the crime. Now, I picked up the top and two-thirds of the bottom. When I picked her up, Miss Viv gagged up the other half-inch. This time I went to find the baby gate (used in emergency cases like this); removed all the remaining icicles from the lower third of the tree; and, closed the pocket door in to the dining room effectively sealing off the temptation.
I spent the next two days watching for signs of intestinal blockage, which thankfully, never materialized. I would have hated to spend all of Vivi's Christmas present money on a big, fat vet bill. As far as I can tell, the tree ornaments have now lost most of their glowing appeal. We have 10 days. Keep your fingers crossed.