The Christmas Cat

The Christmas Cat

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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
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Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction. Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead. Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it. Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape. Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.

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