Furnella squirmed and smiled in her sleep as she slipped into a flashback:
A young Furnella looked at the handsome black cat. "Now mew have made
me late. Mew are bad" Instead of looking sorry, the black cat took her
amber paw and asked her to skip it for the day and spend it with him. "How can I resist?" Books forgotten, they scampered off to play.
Clawde purred as the two purritty sisters opened the door, though he
could barely see them over the armloads of purresents and the lovely
spiral cut honey roasted Fortnom and Masnom´s ham and the pre-roasted
ready to heat turkey and all of the trimmings, not to mention the
4-and-20 blackbirds baked in a pie, pie and the cream pie too--no crust,
"Merrry Catmas, ladies!" he cried. "Merrrry
Catmas!!!" As he entered they saw that he had attached a beautiful tree
to his tail and was dragging it behind him.