The Wet Christmas Cat
Once there was a cat named Reese. She was a frisky kitten who loved to play. The only problem was, she liked to play where she was not suppossed to. Sometimes she was so naughty that she resembled more of a squirrly squirrell than a cat.
Now as Christmas time approached, Reese resolved to be a good kitten. Her reason was this; fear of missing her always hoped for wet canned food on Christmas morning.
I do not want a lump of coal, she thought. So she set out to make a list of her usual misdeeds in order to conquer the temptation to do them.
Hmmm, let's see, I will not jump on the counter, bite momma's ankles, clean the baby, or even rip the toilet paper. Surely this will bring me my beloved canned food on Christmas morn!
Little did Reese know that there was a much bigger, more dangerous, almost impossible to resist temptation coming.
Then the box came out.
Oh, a box! I love playing with boxes, Reese thought. But I will remain curious from a distance because I am a new cat. I am resolved to be good.
The problem was, it wasn't the box itself that was to be her BIGGEST, MOST DANGEROUS, ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST TEMPTATION. It was what was inside the box.
Before she could see it, she heard it. It made a scratch scratch sound and it was big. Then she caught a glimpse- something green. But what could it be? As it emerged from the box, her eyes transfixed on the object. It was in that moment that the naughty came right out of Reese. Every hope of being good was gone. When she had resolved to be good, she had never seen this coming. This was different. This was the BIGGEST, MOST DANGEROUS, VERY NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST TEMPTATION. And what on earth could do this to Reese? Why, it was THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!!!
Energy and curiousity coursed through Reese's veins. She claimed she couln't help it as she climbed the tree, knocked down the tree, bit lights off the tree, pulled ornaments off the tree, and even crinkled presents under the tree.
Reese's parents tried talking to her, taking her out of the room but nothing worked. They didn't want to, but they had to-bring out the spray bottle. Now every kitten knows that being squirted with water is a most unpleasant thing. Reese surely didn't like being squirted but at first it did help her remember to be good..for a little bit. But because Reese didn't mind this temptation, that she didn't resolve to be better about this, it was her downfall. She built up a tolerance to being squirted, sometimes taking not one, two, but sometimes five squirts before she would distract herself. And so, all Christmas season long, Reese became the wet Christmas cat.
Whether Reese recieves her beloved wet canned food is yet to be determined by Santa.
The End.
