I was up on Christmas Eve until the ungodly hour of 1 a.m. (was watching Midnight Mass from St. Pat's) and slept in until 9:17. That's when I woke up with the three spirit cats of Christmas in my bed. The momcat spirit of Christmas Yet To Come was sprawled on my chest and breathing into my face. I was a few hours late with serving breakfast and I was receiving a message about what would happen to me if I did not mend my ways.

The cats outside were all gathered by the side of the house looking for their breakfast too. All cats were served large amounts of good food, fresh water, treats and kibble.

"Scrooge McVey had no further intercourse with Spirit Cats; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as the Tiny Cat observed, God bless Us, Every One!"