The Christmas Cat For Safyre "One cold Christmas eve, a little cat wandered alone. Paw-by-paw, he made his way under the winter moon, over the snowy roads and fields until he came to a town. The little cat's fur was wet, and his nose was practically an icicle. He had strayed for such a long time that he had forgotten where he had come from." A charming, short children's story about a little cat on Christmas eve. Will he find somewhere warm to sleep for the night? I originally wrote this story as a Christmas gift for Safyre Terry, a little girl who lost her father and two brothers to an arson attack. She survived but with damage that she will live with forever. She made a Christmas wish for people to send her Christmas cards, so I decided to write her a story. Ideal for ages 4-8 Hand-drawn illustrations