“I’m George, kitty in charge, and I am going to make sure this Santa Claus dude remembers that I live here. I have always lived here…even before they brought Doofus over there home. Well, they call him Douglas. The thing is, he gets all the good stuff now. Hey what am I? Chopped tuna?”
“So I put together a list. Nothing fancy. I like those feather toys and the crunchy treats. Uh, and Santa? If you could slip me a bit of catnip I might survive all the gaiety around here and make it to next year! Merry Merry!”
kat ~ 24 December 2015
A story for Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge. If you’d like to read more click HERE.