was arranging furniture in the castle´s now comfy but looking- like- an
IKEA- catalogue, drawing room. She sneaked a look to see if Tom Cat
Ford was looking before putting up a whole row of Catties on the
mantlepiece Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Character, Best Fight Scene,
Best Storyline Best kitten, Best Baddie, Best Guest Artist .... was
there enough room for them all ! She shoved that stupid pregnancy test
of Furnella´s and a few family photos of them with the kittens out of
the way to fit them all in. Then she smiled contentedly. Now it´s a Happy Catmas - she purred. Snuggled in his fur lined bed by the roaring fire Tiny Teddy dreamed of Purrdita. Clawde tossed and turned in his sleep. He felt like he was being watched!
Back at Anna´s "Bah! Muggerbug! Muggerbug! Muggerbug! Can´t a cat get
some sleep in her own house? I can live without food but not without my
daily 3 hours of sleep!!!" "Don´t mew mean 18? Uhm... cats sleep 18 hours... " pondered Willow-Maya. "I need 15 hours of self grooming! I can´t go around looking like... a domestic cat!"
"OK!. Anyhoo, think about all I said. I´m leaving you now. You will be
in great company in a while. Use your time wisely" And with that Willow
Maya left the building, leaving Anna in a very foul mood. She
decided to get comfy in a basket by the fireless fireplace. Just when
she was about to fall asleep, a cold wind came through the chimney into
the room. The already chilly temperature dropped a few degrees. A thick
white fog wrapped around Anna, and she suddenly felt a gloomy
purresence. "Mother.... is that... you?" she asked, trying to reach around her.
“Nope, I am not your Mother, although I hear interesting stuff about
her. My name is Monk, I am the ghost of your Catmas future and trust me,
Ms Anna Winpurr, it won´t be a pretty future if you carry on with this
"Bah Muggerbug" stuff. Tis the season to be jolly, ya know. But that´s
another story...come with me now...come with me and see the future..."
Anna groaned and hissed at the morose face of Monk , " Go away! I
don´t like you. I am getting mighty sick of all these ghosts invading my
dreams." Monk, the Ghost of Catmas Future gazed at Anna ominously.
"Going away is not an option for me. Gotta do what I gotta do to knock
some sense into such a gorgeous feline." Anna cringed just a
little at the sound of an organ, it could have been bagpipes
too...either way it was an eerie sound...and as it died away Ms. Anna
Winpurr and the smokey-gray, Ghost of Catmas future, Monk, disappeared
into the mist once more...
Clawdette rolled her eyes again as she lay in the basket with Clawde.
´Gird yourself Clawde we´re off to another flashback if I´m not
mistaken´. Clawde groaned - in the last one his clothes felt far too
tight and he had woken up feeling sore as if he´d been .... dancing?
As the ghostly paw snatched his ruff and plucked him from his basket
however, pwinking him forward into the future (as opposed to back to the
future) he felt his cat´s pyjamas loosening, his frame grow lean, and
he felt a strange and yet familiar feeling, though it was amplified many
times over--what was it? Oh yeah! HUNGER!!! For some reason, though he
clearly remembered downing a can of Fancy Feast moments before he popped
into his basket, he was suddenly STARVED. "Meeyew," he said in a small
hoarse kitten voice. "Mi Mi Mi Meeyew." Clawdette too was picked
up by ghostly paws and pwinked forward. She felt her tum tum deflating
like it did after her wonderful beauty treatment with the boys (note to
self - must do it again) And what was that sensation around her neck?
Was it a diamond collar? Could it be that she was slim and wearing extra
bling? Whoooooosh! CLAWDEYKINS!