A Chrissy Mouse Carol - Part 2 of 3

By Skeeter an LC

Paw 2, in which Skeeter a LC meet The Squirrelie of Chrissy Mouse Present, an learn that sometimes the paw is onna other foot...



Well, we settled back to nappin an we swear it wasn’t but a minnit an we heard another “POP”. “Oh great” griped Skeeter, “we’re not gonna get any sleep tonight”. LC jus stared at the little squirrelie glarin down at us from up on the fireplace mantle. The squirrelly wasn’t s much glowin as blinkin. It was very disturbin! Neither of us could quite see where she was, like she was hoppin back an forth from one spot to anofer.

“Im up here to be safe wile I talk to ya”, she said in her little squeeky voice. “I’m the one ya been chasin lately. An I don’t appreciate it. I’ve got 3 little ones in the nest an alotta acorns to bury. So I’m here ta make a deal. Stop chasin me an I’ll show ya something useful”.

We agreed easily. The night was pretty weird already, and we wernt getting any sleep. Besides, who cares about promises made to squirrels? Suddenly she tossed a pompom over our heads. When we looked at it, she POUNCED us! Then we were in our backyard…

Only there wasn’t a fence there anymore, and woofies all around. No, not woofies; wolvies! An they chased us all around and then the fence was back up an there was nowhere to go. They could nefer catch us but they wouldn’t stop chasin us and we were getting SO tired. We couldn’t efen climb any trees.

They suddenly stopped chasin us and sat aroun us inna circle. We were pantin SO hard. The squirrelie materialised in fronta us an said “So now ya know what its like. Not much fun, is it? Do ya know what ya spossed to learn from this?” she asked (wif a smirk onner face).

Skeeter tried “Don’t chase squirrels wif wolvie friends?” The wolvies started closin in… LC shouted “dont chase things”! Squirrelie got a big grin onner face and said “Now yer catchin on… Remember that”! The fence went back up, the wolvies disappeart, an we were back inna basement. We were scart mousie-droppingly! It took us 10 WHOLE MINUTES ta get back ta sleep!



Next, Paw 3, The Terrible Mousie of Chrissy Mouse Future

A Chrissy Mouse Carol - In 3 Parts

By Skeeter an LC

Paw 1, in which Skeeter a LC meet The Winter Cat Supreme Mouser of Old again and The Cat of Chrissy Mouse Past, an learn that are ofer concerns of the naptime...



It was a dark an stormy Chrissy Mouse Eve. We had been workin the Living Room, counting our Toys an Temptations, as usual. The Big Thing had sent stuff off to ofer kitties, and we hadnt got anything new. We were feelin grumpy. The Big Thing was all squiggled inta his bed. We decided ta nap out in the big room. He was tossin an turnin a bit, so it was safer elsewhere.

We had the mice werkin in the basement cleanin our litterboxes (as usual) an carryin away all that sawdust The Big Thing makes an other mousey tasks. We keep them stashed unner the stairs where The Big Thing doesn't know. (Hey, they werk fer sunflower nuts we collect spilled from the birdie-feeder barrel). They asked fer Chrissy Mouse Day off. We weren’t thrilled, but it’s a tradition we kinna have to live with. A “cost of business” so to say... We told them they better get back early the day after and make all the same werk… They thanked us with great squeeks.

So, we settled down to a nice long nap together.

Well about the middle of the night, we heard a kinna “POP” sound an found ourselfs lookin at Jeremy, our old Winter Cat friend an meese-huntin partner. “Skeeter and LC”, he intoned, “yer going to be visited by 3 creatures this dark, an ya better pay attention to them. Yer treatin the meeses bad and ya must atone! They're creatures too”. We pointed out that he loved eatin messes an efen squirrels, but then he shook the horible many leashes wrapped aroun him (we hadnt noticed them until he shook em) and shreeched horribly. “I am entangled in a leesh for efry meese an squirrel I efer ate”, he said. “And that will be yer fate fer efry meese ya keep werking fer ya inna basement. But theres a escape claws, of course…” We asked about that of course. Escape claws are useful. “Ya will be visted by 3 creatures ya know (sorta) an they will tell ya important stuff ta save ya from my fate”. Then he teleported out.

We looked at each ofer, eyes wide. We decided it was that weird new food The Big Thing gave us fer dinner. Beef, an we don’t like that much. Perhaps there was too much “meat by-product” init, or it had been spoiled in some way. We went back to our naps.

Then there was Tinkerbelle. Sittin right THERE. Only she looked funny-fadey an there was no scent. She glowed a little bit, too. We went to sniff her, but she whapped us. Both. We tried to whap her back, but our paws went right through. LC whispered to Skeeter “She could nefer do THAT before”. Skeeter jus stared…

“I am The-Cat-Who-Came-Before” she yowled, an her hiss froze our bones. We mean, we jus puffed up more than we efer haf before. Did we mentin she was twice her previous size? It was scarey. She said we were in trubble an she wanned ta show us something. Putting her front paws on our heads, we were suddenly in the old days! We were both watchin ourselves much younger an Tinkerbelle was still twice as big. We were watchin as we played wif meeses as friends. Ah such innocent days! They would run aroun an we would pounce them (gentley) an we would all giggle. Then we would do it again until we all got tired and went to haf some food. The meeses got cheeses an we got crunchy-treats.

“Remember those days kitties?” Tinker said. “Innocent fun, wasn’t it?”… "Well, you’ve changed and I can see all the leeshes on you now. You efen have HARNESSES!”. "Think on that!"

She suddenly wasn’t there annymore and we were back nappin together. Skeeter said “We better be careful of that beef stuff”...
Maybe there was some bits of gristle init!



Next, Paw 2, The Squirrely of Chrissy Mouse Present...