Constance La France's Christmas Poem Contest
December 12, 2024
“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.” – Anonymous Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention when he became curious about Christmas tree lights tangled all over the floor to the point of contention. I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites, so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension, afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension! That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back, crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string. I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack. He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring, landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack. I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak! Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe, so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent. But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow letting me know that giving them up was not his intent. It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent. I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung, then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight! He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue. That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung. I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy. While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in, standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy. Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin. He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy. A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy. When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace. Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea. I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.
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