Misty & Santa
The garland was set out on the floor to check the lights.
When I got back Misty had made herself comfortable in the middle.
She was quite determined to stay there.
I asked her why she wanted to stay there. It didn't look too comfortable.
Of course she never said nothing. Just settled herself down even more.
Being new in the home, I was guessing she was curious about the thing on the floor.
She still remained quiet and said nothing. It was as if she was waiting for something.
When I told her I had to finally put up the garland she looked up at me with her kitten eyes.
I sighed. Okay, I said. But only for one night. In the morning they go up I told her.
That seemed to make her happy.
During the night I woke and I knew it was coming from the kitchen.
I thought she was now playing with the garland. I thought I better get up before there were needles everywhere.
But just as I got there I heard a soft low voice. I stopped and listened.
Have you been good was the question I heard. A little mew was the answer.
A soft laugh filled the kitchen. Here you go was the response to Misty's little mew.
When I went further into the kitchen, no one was there. Misty was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.
I looked down at her and there was a toy mouse sitting at her feet.
Hmm, I said. What is this I asked her.
Did Santa bring this to you I laughed.
She looked up at me with her large kitten eyes and I knew the answer.
Misty had met Santa.
What a lucky little kitty.