The Caturday Before Christmas

Today I'm celebrating post number 850 at the Corner. 

Sharing positivity positively fills me with joy 

so I'm looking forward to 850 more.

I'm also entering the third-annual holiday writing contest over at Susanna Hill's blog. From her post, here's our challenge:

  

The Contest:  Write a children's story about a Holiday Mishap, mix-up, miscommunication, mistake, or potential disaster (a la Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer :)).  Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words not counting the title (aren't I being generous?! :)  It can be as short as you like, but no more than 350!)  Did the dog knock over the Christmas Tree? Did little Johnny's costume get grape juice all over it moments before the holiday pageant? Did the menorah go missing?  Did travel arrangements get snarled or miscommunicated? Did Santa's sleigh have to make an emergency landing? The field is wide open! Have fun!

And now, without further ado, my entry.

The Caturday Before Christmas by Barbara Gruener

‘Twas The Caturday before Christmas, I remember it well.

Why we’d gotten that cat I still really can't tell.

The hubs? He didn’t want it. My son wasn’t sure.

But she needed a home so I'd said yes to her.

We went right off to PetSmart to buy her some things.

We got her a litter box and some play toys with rings.

A scratch post with feathers, and a blanket so soft.

We fixed her a bed on a top bunk bed loft.

We waited and waited for her to finally arrive.

And she strutted right in with a twinkle in her eye.

She went straight to the tree, it was the first thing she saw.

She took refuge beneath it while we watched her in awe.

As she batted those branches, they swayed to and fro.

Then she darted around it like a train on the go.

In a flash she ascended, headed straight to the top.

We weren't sure she'd make it but claws wouldn’t let her drop.

And before we could stop her, she was the angel on high.

She mewed loudly to tell us that Christmas is nigh.

And then in a dash that tree started to fall.

We watched, but just couldn’t do anything at all.

The bulbs crashed, then shattered as ornament shards flew.

The lights were a blinkin’ - but just what could we do?

That crazed cat caused chaos in her thirty minutes here.

Our catastrophe tree wouldn’t bring us much cheer.

We had wanted to help out that little rescue cat.

So we'd just have to train her and forgive her all of that.

When she came out from under all that broken tree stuff,

we realized she’s really a cute, playful fluff.

Her name? Well, it’s Mekah; it means Twinkle in Latin.

She has green eyes that sparkle and black fur sleek like satin.

This cat tale we'll forever remember all right.

Merry Christmas to all. Happy new year, good night!