Christmas Kitty by Keira Fick Once there was a cat named Milo. Milo was the nicest, but fattest cat in Sillyville. He was always full of holiday cheer and loved to help others by helping prepare meals for families in need. He was nice all year, but Christmas was his absolute favorite time to be merry and jolly. This year, he was going to spread joy to all by making Christmas sweaters! He started with his grumpy neighbor, Mr. Fuzzypants! He learned to knit during the weekly knitting class at the senior center. Go under, then over. He did that until he had made sleeves, a front, and a back to the ugly Christmas sweater. He delivered it to his Mr. Fuzzypants, who was displeased to see Milo’s holiday cheer. When Milo left to go make more sweaters, Mr. Fuzzypants slumped in his chair like a slug, and was as tired as a koala. He was fed up with all of Milo’s Christmas cheer. So he sat and sat, thinking up a devilish plan to ruin Milo’s Christmas spirit. He then had a lightbulb over his head pondering, “Why did I not think of this before?” with a snarl on his face. “The way to ruin something, is to fight it with the opposite!” he grouched out loud. But then he wondered, wondered what could fight off holiday cheer. “It may be stealing, or being a real scrooge!” he exclaimed with an evil chuckle in his voice. “I can steal all of Milo’s sweaters. Then, I will ruin all of them. With terrible things like stains, blobs, and that sort of stuff.” He chuckled. “What can possibly go wrong with such an awful plan?”.
There was a roar of laughter in his house, and people about were starting to shout, “Good job, Mr. Fuzzypants!” and, “I love your holiday cheer!”. It was a disgusting disgrace in his place. When it cooled down, he started to take his plan into action. He carefully snuck over to Milo’s house to grab all of the sweaters and ruin his fun and cheer. But in the process, he heard Milo yawn and snore, like he was about to wake up. He realized, “I’ve got to hurry up!” and he started to move as fast as a train. He was being very noisy, and was making a mess. He thought this would be easy, but he was in a lot of distress. He heard Milo waking up and getting out of his bed. He heard him wake up, still with a sleepy bed head. He panicked and hesitated, with so very many thoughts in his head. He wondered if Milo had caught him out of bed. He shoved all of the sweaters into a bag, went up to the rooftop, no thought in his big, old mean head. Milo rushed outside to have a glimpse of the ruckus. All he saw was a light on in Mr. Fuzzypants house. He went over to his villa, wanting to know if he knew what just happened. Mr. Fuzzypants was admiring the sweaters when Milo knocked on the door. The moment Milo walked in the door, he immediately saw the Christmas sweaters. He complained, “Why are my sweaters here? Was that all the ruckus? Were you in my house just a few minutes ago, stealing my ugly sweaters?”
Mr. Fuzzypants confused, said, “Yes, I did just steal your holiday sweaters. I am just so sick of all your holiday cheer and jollyness. I want a Christmas where I can relax by the fireplace with no thoughts in my head. I want some time alone not worrying about the day up ahead.”
“I never thought about it that way,” Milo replied. They kept on talking for the rest of the night, getting to know each other one bit at a time. They sat by the fireplace like two old pals, sharing memories of the olden days. Eventually, Milo decided that he should go home and get some rest. “Feliz Navidad!” Milo shouted with cheer. He knew that his Christmas, that one that year, would be the most magical of all, spreading good cheer. So now you know, what this sweater means. It means good cats, and holiday cheer. Meowy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!