Stella vs. Santa.
Stella vs. Santa.

Stella the Cat vs. Santa


Christmas is thundering toward not only us but also our cats. I checked in with my cat, Stella, to see how she was handling things.

Stella the cat. Photography by Gina Cioli/Lumina Media.
Stella the cat. Photography by Gina Cioli/Lumina Media.

The holidays are here, Stella! Tell me: Are you ready for Christmas?
I suppose so, but is one ever truly ready to go to war?

You’re going to war?!
There are simply too many variables to account for. What if some reindeer muscle comes down the chimney and attacks me? What if Santa is quick on his feet and lethal with an icicle?

Reindeer muscle?
We must always expect the unexpected during the holidays. In that spirit, it’s best to stay off the roof until the holidays are over.

What did you do to the roof?
And don’t go near the chimney, the tree or the dog.

Is this like when you went after the Easter Bunny, and the gardener quit? Why can’t you just enjoy the holidays?
And let a megalomaniacal giant elf backed by eight bloodthirsty reindeer barge down my chimney without so much as a warning whistle from the street like the mail carrier finally learned to do? Not on my watch!

But Santa is nice! He brings presents!
Ha! Dollar-store jingle balls do not impress me.

I thought you liked jingle balls.
Not the jingle balls where the jingles fall out of the balls on the first day.

Oh. I’ll pass that along. Anything else?
Remember when I got three toilet paper rolls with the feathers stuck to them?

Sure. Santa was making his own toys that year.
He will pay!

They were nice!
The only way Santa gets out of here safely is if he drops something big down the chimney in plastic clamshell packaging. I’ll make sure Santa opens his wallet. And I want something that clucks. Like a chicken.

He’ll hit the deli counter on his way over.
Fine. But I’m not ruling out war. One look from Comet, and this whole thing goes south in a hurry.

I’m sure Comet will behave himself.
Comet is out to get me.

Eleven-year-old Stella, a Bengal, has a firm grip on her handler, freelance writer Michael Leaverton, whom she rescued from an alt weekly many meals ago. They live in San Diego.

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2 thoughts on “Stella the Cat vs. Santa”

  1. Stella, Stella, Stella, remember that pesty spying elf on the shelf, well he still hasn’t been located ever since he landed on MY shelf, sneaking around MY house late one night, DUH, not on my watch. keep up the good fight, your meowy friend, sweetums

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