‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
‘Cuz the cat had pounced on him
and tore him apart-
Ate his mousey intestines
And chewed up his heart.
Kitty thought he heard sleighbells,
which made him take pause-
He stopped daintily lickng
the blood from his claws.
“Must be Santa” thought Kitty
(that quite clever cat)
‘Cuz nobody else climbs down
the chimney like that.
Indeed it was ol’ Santa,
so jolly and fat
With a load of presents
and all for the cat!
“Wow, the best Christmas ever!”
Kitty thought with a purr,
Then he coughed up a hairball
and shed some more fur.
Wandering Cat Studio 
Burton looks a little hungover. Too much mousie?
Wishing you and the family a very Merry Christmas.
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Lovely poem!
Stay warm.
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Love it! 🎄
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You are so creative! Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas!
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Oh my golly….I had such a good laugh. That is so funny and so true. Esp the hairball verse. I clean up way too many.
Merry Christmas!
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Thanks for the laughs!!! Just like a cat to think that Christmas is all about him! lol
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