Purring and Yipping

Best Gift Ever

"This has been the best Mythmas party ever." Felicity said happily.

"You said it." Yana agreed, wolfing down yet another batch of cookies.

Suddenly, Felicity looked bummed.

"I just wish Miguel could've made it." She sighed.

"Oh, don't worry. I have a feeling he'll be here very soon." Athena assured the cat.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you haven't opened your present yet."

Felicity looked under the tree and saw the owl was right. Under the tree was a large box that was labeled with her name on it. Being the curious cat she was, Felicity approached the box. When she tried to pick it up, she was barely able to even get it off the floor.

"What is in here?" She wondered, flabbergasted by how heavy it was.

"Open it." Athena pushed on.

Felicity didn't need to be told twice as she cut the box open with a claw. When she did, she was shocked to find what or, better yet, who was in there. It was none other than Miguel. He wore a red bowtie instead of his collar, he was tied up in red and green ribbons and he had a pole on his back which dangled mistletoe above him. Many of the guests saw this and struggled to not laugh at the grumpy dog's situation.

"Good thing they put air holes in that." Miguel sighed in relief.

"Miguel? What are you doing in there?" She asked.

Chuckling, one of the guests stepped up. That guest was the one and only King Nacho.

"This is gold!" Nacho laughed before explaining. "You see, Miguel, Mayor Wags, and I had a bet, he lost and this is the punishment."

"That would explain why I never saw him all day." She remembered.

"Mind unwrapping me, please?" Miguel reminded impatiently as his face turned scarlet from embarrassment.

"Aw, can't keep it in mint condition a little longer?" Felicity pouted, already playing along.

"Felicity!" Miguel whined.

"Alright, but first..." Felicity said.

Miguel barely had time to think about what happened next as Felicity suddenly pressed her lips to his. Miguel's face turned an even darker shade of red before he reluctantly kissed back. After several seconds, the two pulled apart, their faces flushed.

"Mistletoe rules." She giggled, pointing at the mistletoe.

"You taste like sprinkles." Miguel complimented in a lovesick state before fully snapping back. "Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head.

The guest at the party laughed at his remark before they continued with the party. Instead of dancing, Felicity nuzzled her cheek against Miguel's.

"Merry Mythmas, Miguel." She whispered.

"Merry Mythmas, Felicity." Miguel replied.