sandy claws

Cat stays up late.

Hello. This Cat.

One thing about Cat, Cat loves to stay up late. Nighttime is quiet. In nighttime, whole world curls up in soft ball. Airs feel ripe and full, like big moon, full of secrets and magics. When Cat’s human sleeps, Cat explores. Nighttime feels like has no edges—just big, soft blanket. Cat watches, listens, and waits.

Cat waits all year for one special nighttime, come in month of Decembers, when humans make holiday with tree that lives inside house, eating foods with friends and family and trading gifts.

In Decembers, Cat’s human leaves cookies and milk under tree—humans call this tradition. Cat has tradition too. On Catmas Eve, Cat leaves crunchies out at nighttime, for Sandy Claws.

Sandy Claws is a carefree laid-back cat who lives by ocean. Has thick fur and big stomach. Enjoys watching waves, sniffing catnip, and living a relaxed lifestyle. Sandy Claws lives a cat’s life: a life of leisure.

But for one night only, in Decembers, Sandy Claws delivers good cheer to cats all over the world. On Catmas Eve, when nighttime comes, Sandy Claws stretches out in beach hammock, sipping mug of creams with sprinkle of catnip, and settles in for a long cat nap.

You thought Sandy Claws was run around busy-busy, delivering good cheers all night long? Noooooo, Sandy Claws hangs loose in hammock on beach while mice take care of business.

Mice are quick and cheerful. Know what to do. Scurry around to load up sleighs pulled by tiny sand crabs. Jingle of bells fills airs as mice race off into the night, carrying crunchies and toys for cats all over the world.

Sandy Claws listens to the waves and watches moonlight dancing on waters, trusting mice to get job done.

“Light work.” Sandy Claws says.

When Sandy Claws’ mice arrive, Cat is ready. Cat stays up late every year, waiting for jingling bells and soft squeaks of mice.

The mice tumble in with bags full of crunchies and goodies, shaking off bits of sand and jingling their bells. Cat runs to meet mice friends, ears pointing with excitements. Mice chitter and laugh, happy to see Cat. Cat always invites them to stay awhile.

Under the twinkling lights of human’s holiday tree, play poker. The mice are good at bluffing, pink noses twitch and eyes dart. Cat pours creams into tiny mugs for mice, Cat’s special holiday mix—creams with a splash of something extra.

Cat passes crunchies around and everyone makes a holiday toast. To great, wise, Sandy Claws who relaxes by the sea, and to mice, who bring joys to cats everywhere.

By morning, the mice are gone. Cat stretches out under the tree, tummy full and whiskers twitching with dreams of sandy shores and tiny jingling bells.

Cat wishes all of Cat’s readers a very merry holiday. May all of Cat’s readers enjoy copious crunchies and very many sweet cream dreams.

Thank you for playing, Cat

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