Yvette looked contentedly at her small family. They were gathered in the living room, sitting in front of the fire,with the tree finally decorated and sparkling in the corner. The final decoration of the tree had taken the skills of a United Nations Peace Keeping mission, but in the end it had been accomplished. Squg had seen reason. Ray Lewis had left the team and so it wouldn't be right to give him the place of honor as tree top angel. Dweezil had been bludgeoned into accepting that the tree was for the whole family and whole family got a say in how it was decorated. Squig got to keep one of his Raven's angels as long as he fixed the rest. And so eleven Metropolitan Museum of art angels and one Justin Tucker angel graced the tree. There was only one more thing to do.
From her knitting bag, she took out a pink knit stocking with the name Annie knitted across the top. "Do you what this is?" she asked as walked over to the mantle and hung the stocking.
"No Grandmom, I don't." Annie replied looking up at her.
"Well," she began, "way up in the North Pole there is a jolly old elf called Santa Cat. He and the rest of the elves spend all year in their workshop making toys and on Christmas Eve he hitches eight tiny deer mice to he sleigh and goes around the world giving out gifts. He lands on the roof and comes down the chimney and give each kitten the one gift that is his or her's hearts desire. So," she continued smiling down at Annie, we have hung this stocking so Santa Cat can bring you your heart's desire."
"You mean Santa Cat is going to bring me a pink teddy mouse in a sparkly dress," Annie squeaked hugging herself with delight.
"Oh crap," Squig thought to himself, "where in the hell am I going to find a pink teddy mouse in a sparkly dress when I don't even know what a teddy mouse is."
"Well, we don't know what Santa Cat will bring, so we're just going to have to wait and see. Now I think it's time one little kitten went to bed. So you go along upstair and I'll be up directly to tuck you in."
"Good night, grandmom. Good night, Dad. Good night, Father. Annie said as she went around the room giving each one a good night kiss and left.
She was barely out of the room before Squig, feeling like his head was going to explode, barked, "Why on earth did you have to tell her that load of crap about Santa Cat. Everybody knows there's no Santa Cat. It's just fairy tale, some demented cat made up to keep kittens on their best behavior."
"Of course there's a Santa Cat, how could you possibly have forgotten." Yvette said patiently waiting for Dweezil to jump in and agree with her. There was something very odd going on here. Dweezil was looking very shifty and guilty and Squig looked as sad as he did angry. This was something she was going to get to the bottom of the minute she could corner Dweezil and demand an answer.
TO BE CONTINUED.