"Written by Pudding the Cat: December 1st, 2013."
I only have a three week window to capture my rightful prize, before it is too late. Eventually, once enough brainwashing by prickle man has passed, I have to watch on in horror as Mummy and Daddy open my reward - believing it is theirs to keep, and not mine. Each year a wonderful gift, and each year I have lost them all.
A warm, circular disc opening machine for me to sleep on... Daddy locked it in his bedroom! A screen book with fiddly keys to sit on when alight… Mummy hogs it all day long, and hides it from me! And even the brand new leather Jacket, meant as my cosy sky flakes season blanket… given to Daddy version two; the one with less wobbly belly, more wispy head curls, and smells of ashtray - all slipped through my hands, due to this cursed monster. Worst of all, I find myself left with little more than my servants tributes of a static mouse with a stick up his bum, and another bright collar with an irritating bell on the end; seriously, do they think I want squirrels and spiders to know I am on the prowl?
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*Illustrations by Marissa A.Ward*