Last Year's Christmas Village

You know those miniature villages people put out around Christmastime? The ones with all the little houses and people and sparkly lights? Well I have a story about one of those. This happened last year and I remember it like it was just yesterday:

Last year, just like every year, Grandmaw and Mom put up their own Christmas village of tiny houses and people. They put it in the living room on top of the piano, which was in the corner, diagonally so that there was a huge triangle of empty space behind the piano all the way to the floor. Sometimes Luna would get stuck back there, but she hadn't gone back there in a while so Mom and Grandmaw didn't even think anything about it.

So they placed this village on top of a blanket of white felt that looked like snow. For three weeks, nothing happened. All the houses had lights in them and they'd light up and it looked real pretty. You could see inside the houses, the church, the shops, and you could look at all the little people.

Grandmaw loves her village so much and she's had most of the houses for a long time, at least 20 years. Well, a few nights before Christmas, I decided to check out this village close-up. I jumped up on the piano, lost my balance, and fell into the triangle of space behind the piano! I grabbed hold of anything I could sink my claws into. I pulled the whole piece of white felt along with every single part of the village down with me. There was a HUGE crash that woke Mom up. She looked around and saw nothing. Then she realized the piano was bare! The village was gone! "One of the cats must've done it," she thought. So she peered over the top of the piano. There I was, along with shattered pieces of miniature buildings and broken little tiny people. If only I could've climbed out on my own, Mommy would never have known it was me. But, thankfully, (since I couldn't get out), she had heard the crash and she came to my rescue very quickly as she was worried I might step on a piece of glass or a sharp piece of person.

Then she went to Grandmaw and Grandpaw's bedroom to tell them what happened. She barged into their room, telling them that I destroyed the whole village (snitch). She assumed they'd heard the loud crash, but they hadn't and had been asleep until she woke them up. Grandmaw was understandably very upset. I lucked out because Grandmaw was upset with Mommy for leaving me out in the living room area at night. I was not even really in that much trouble. Grandpaw and Mommy moved the piano, and Mommy gathered up the tiny pieces of broken buildings and shattered people. The next day, she spent 10 hours using superglue to fix all the houses, people, fixtures, reindeer, and even the Santa Clause and his sleigh. She couldn't recover all the pieces, and some fragments were too small to even know what they were, but she was able to reconstruct most of the buildings and people. It was paintstaking work and I'm glad I didn't have to help. I couldn't have helped that day anyway. I was busy grooming.

This year, the piano is firmly placed against the wall so that there is no space behind it. The very cracked, but salvaged buildings, people, etc., along with some new replacement houses, are set to be put on the piano tomorrow. I will see if I can restrain myself from destroying it all over again.

I hope you liked my story!

Purrs,
Dutch

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