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Caturday Pootie Diary: The other Christmas Visitor [1]
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Date: 2023-12-23
Freddie dozed lightly under the Christmas tree. The human had kept the lights on and they twinkled merrily above him, waiting just as he was.
He opened his eyes a crack, thinking he had heard something.The room was still, so he yawned and closed his eyes again. The scent of cookies and milk teased his nose, the small platter the human had left out only a few feet away.
His eyes opened again and he looked around. Had he heard something? He held his breath, listening.
It wasn’t bells.
It wasn’t reindeer hooves against the roof shingles.
What was that?
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The lights on the tree suddenly dimmed and a large shape stepped out of the shadows. Freddie stood and arched his back, his fur lifting.
The figure was tall, furry, and had horns curling up from the sides of his head. On his back was a bag full of sticks.
Freddie hissed.
“Ich bin für dich gekommen,” the creature said, his voice low and growly.
Freddie ran across the living room floor to hide behind the couch.
“Du kannst dich nicht vor mir verstecken,” he growled.
Freddie shivered, crouching as low as he could and desperately wishing he were invisible.
“Du warst sehr unartig,” he continued. “und ich bin hier!”
Freddie began to try and tunnel his way under the couch, but realized pretty quickly that he was too big. “Lousy, delicious treats!” he whispered angrily.
Then, like a miracle, he heard it: reindeer hooves on the roof and the merry tinkling of sleigh bells.
“Ho, ho, ho!” called Santa from the roof.
The creature looming menacingly over the Christmas tree looked up.
Santa unfolded himself from the fireplace and looked around. “Krampus?” he said, frowning at the creature. “What are you doing here?”
Freddie ran to Santa and stood behind him, pressing his body against the back of the jolly man’s calves.
Krampus pointed at the cat.
Santa looked down and Freddie, then back at Krampus. “Freddie is on the nice list,” he explained, not unkindly. “You’ve made a mistake.”
“It’s not even the right night for you. You’re several weeks late,” Santa said.
The large horned creature sighed. “Ich habe much verlaufen,” he explained. “Ich komme nicht oft in dieses Land.”
Santa chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re still lost,” he said. “Freddie is not the one you’re looking for.”
“Er ist orange,” Krampus said, pointing at Freddie again. Freddie shivered and Santa made a soothing sound, bending down to pet him once without taking his eyes off the danger in front of him.
“He’s really more tan than orange,” Santa said.
Krampus sighed again.
“Can I see your list?” Santa asked, reaching out with one gloved hand.
Krampus reached into the pocket of his breeches and pulled out a small roll of parchment. Santa took it, reaching into his own pocket with his other hand and pulling out a pair of reading glasses. He carefully perched the glasses on his nose, then unrolled the parchment.
“Ah!” he said immediately. “Ho, ho, ho! You’re on the wrong side of the country! It’s Florida you want. Head east until you reach the other ocean, then turn south. The place where he lives is big and tacky. You can’t miss it.” He rolled the parchment back up and handed it back.
“Danke,” Krampus said, giving Santa a short bow. He turned a little and looked down at Freddie. “Benimm dich, kleine Katze.”
He stepped into a shadow and vanished.
“Are you okay, little cat?”
Freddie dug his claws into Santa’s soft coat and took a deep breath. “He’s gone?”
“He won’t come back. He has bigger fish to fry.”
Freddie leaned back so he could look Santa in the face. “Fish?”
“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa chuckled. “Do you want your Christmas treats?”
Freddie wiggled to be let down and Santa obliged. “I’ve been waiting for the treats all year!”
While Freddie munched happily on a small pile of special treats, Santa worked setting out gifts and filling the stockings. Once he was finished, he lowered himself to the floor next to Freddie with a pained grunt. Then he rubbed his hands together and picked up the plate of cookies. “It’s time for Santa’s treats,” he told Freddie, picking up an oatmeal cookie.
Freddie finished his pile of goodies, then climbed boldly onto Santa’s lap. He made himself comfortable, then set to cleaning his face and whiskers.
“You are a very good kitty,” Santa said between gulps of milk.
“Yes,” Freddie agreed. “Please tell everyone else that.”
Santa threw back his head. “Ho, ho, ho!” he bellowed.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! And merry Christmas to all who celebrate!
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