Purrfect Santa

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I’d actually been looking forward to sleeping in a little. Probably the cold and the darkness slowing down my metabolism or something. When the days get shorter and the nights longer I want to curl up in bed and sleep forever. Like badgers. Or is it bears? Unfortunately, I am neither. I am human and I own a cat, so no hibernation for me. I woke up when there was a loud crashing sound nearby, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Max, my red tomcat, and his buddy Dooley, my Gran’s ragamuffin, had managed to destroy my curtains. Tearing them down, curtain rod and all.

I groaned against the sudden light that hit my eyes. “Max! Dooley! Are you serious?”

“Sorry, Odelia,” said Dooley sheepishly. “We didn’t mean to destroy your curtains.”

“They’re not destroyed, Dooley,” said Max. “They’re just… temporarily displaced.”

I swung my feet from beneath the comforter and into my fuzzy pink rabbit slippers. “Oh, they’re destroyed,” I said, then yawned cavernously and stretched out.

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