November 29th 2012 7:11 am
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“Whoa – is it intermission time?” Socks asked, jumping up to get some bites of kibble. “This being the villain kinda takes it out of a guy, ya know what I mean?”
“I’m so hungry, I feel like a ghost of my former self – MOL!” Sleeper quipped, as she joined him at the food bowls.
When everyone had settled back down, Samhain resumed her story.
“Socks McScrooge didn’t know what to make of his experience! ‘It surely must have been a dream,’ he thought, and lay back down in his bed. But no sooner did he fall asleep, than he was awakened by another flash of light to a room which was his own and yet not his own, being decorated in all manner of ways with the beauty and fullness of the season, and a great fire burning merrily in the woodstove. He looked about in wonder and beheld a black furred figure clothed in a long green robe and a sprig of evergreen tucked behind her cropped ear.”
[“That’s me!” Fearless exclaimed softly, punching Socks in the shoulder. “Ow, Fearless! That hurt!”]
“ ‘Socks McScrooge, I am the Ghost of Catmus Present – you have never seen the like of me before!’ ‘You can say that again,’ muttered Socks. ‘Come and walk with me!’ the Spirit called, and once again McScrooge was carried up and away over houses and streets where cats and peeps were making merry, enjoying the season. The Ghost carried a torch aloft in her paw, and occasionally would shake a fine dust over the passing revelers, and especially when it seemed that spirits flagged and tempers flared. And then the passersby seemed to regain their cheer and good will.
“Next she took him over a humble house decorated with red bows and a holly wreath on the door. Candles burned in the windows, and a small fitful fire was laid in the grate. As they grew closer, he saw that it was MILO Cratchit and his wife Mrs. Murphy, and in the corner, looking so cute and fluffy, was Tiny Gris Cratchit playing with Bob the Cricket.”
[“I was wondering where Bob was,” Fearless said in an undertone. Samhain frowned at her before continuing the story.]
“They were preparing for Catmus, and Oh! Everyfur was so joyful and merry! ‘What do they have to be so happy about?’ Socks grumbled. ‘Look at this house – it’s hardly big enough for that cricket. And that bird can scarcely feed the one of them, let alone three!’ ‘And who do you think is responsible for that?’ Fearless, uh, I mean, the Ghost asked simply. ‘I pay him a wage; is it my business if he can’t manage his money?’ Socks responded, but this time with a note of uncertainty and an uneasy feeling of guilt.
“Once again, McScrooge felt himself whisked through the air and back into his bed. This time he did not fall back to sleep, but lay in wait for he knew not what. Just as he started to relax, thinking the visitations were over, he felt a great chill wash over him and looking up, he saw before him a gaunt figure all in black fur, no light reflecting from her save that of her yellow eyes.”
Samhain paused, and they all glanced over at her. The fire had died down considerably and where she lay the couch was in shadow, so that all that showed was the light reflecting off her eyes. Fearless shivered. Samhain smiled and resumed her story:
“ ‘Am I in the presence of the Ghost of Catmus Yet to Come?’ asked Socks, tremulously, when the Spirit did not speak. She nodded, and stretched forth her paw to him. Reluctantly, he took it and was airborn once more. He saw much that night of want and privation. So many lost, so many abandoned and neglected, some which he had turned away when he might have helped. Lastly she showed him an overturned garbage can with two feral kittens rummaging through the trash, one of whom looked very like himself at that age.
McScrooge fell on the ground before the Ghost, crying:‘Good Spirit – assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life! I will honor Catmus in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!” He bowed his head, his paws clasped before him in supplication, and, feeling a lessening of the cold, looked up to find himself restored to his bed….
TO BE CONTINUED…
Intermission time, Socks, Fearless...eat 'n enjoy fur wat waits iz Samhain'z finish to our hauntin' story! Mmmm good kibbles!
Oh, my sweet wife Murphy, my small tiny Gris Cratchit purrlayin' wif Bob! Oh yeah, we brought BOB home wif us, told ya we'd take good care o' him!!! We r happy wif what we haz, a warm 'n lovin' furmily, togetherness, dat's what makes furmilies spawcial 'n Christmas time so blessed!
Oooh Samhain ghost o' Christmas yet to come! Purrs to U fur showin' McScrooge da way o' him future!! YAY~!! I belief we can all change 'n become good once 'gain, maybe Socks McScrooge can too!???
Milo hangs him head tearful fur da kitties in da garbage can..lil ferals, we love u~ Oh McScrooge might haz turned ofur a new leaf 'n we might haza grand feast fur Christmas yet!! Common, Murphy, lil tiny Gris 'n Bob, let's sing some carols....fur we r blesssed!
Samhain, I really gettin' into dis story! Can't wait fur part III yet to come!~ Purrs 'n hugs to U, thankies fur lettin' me be ina Ur Chrissymas Story!!!
Oh Milo, (Looking fondly at Milo Cratchit and Tiny Gris and Bob) I know we don't have much, but what we have is more than enough. (Wipes a tear from her eyes) Look at those poor ferals, those poor sweet little ones.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
It's scary for those little ferals! I hope McScrooge is good to them in the end. I love Bob the Cricket. Can't wait for the next part. Samhain, you are an excellent storyteller.
OMC, I a'mos' miss yer story! We dinnit seed it 'til taday. When is nex' part? Soon, I hope.
LUFF yer stories (& my gurlies, Samhain & Sleeper).
Poor little ferals! I'm so lucky I'm not hungry and out on the streets. Do the right thing McScrooge.
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