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Christmas Waltz Eve
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It was another cold winter day in Cat Felicity. The sun shadows had begun to crawl away like a wounded beast. Christmas lights on tree houses lit up as gleaming colors draped the nearby frosted twigs and jagged icicles. It was the eve of the Christmas Waltz: Cat Felicity’s winter festival.
Petupians have celebrated winters for thousands of years. They believed happiness and joyous festivals could ward off the cold, misery and even death — and in the north, the penguins celebrated winter festivals every day. But in Cat Felicity, it was eerily quiet.
Ms. Tova, the interior designing cat was proud of her work as usual. She and her kitty crew had worked extremely hard for weeks decorating the Catorian interiors of the Bradberry Hall. The walls were glazed in glittering crystal; hollies and pine cones engraved on white pillars; sterling tinsels and baby mistletoes adorned ceiling arches, and erected in the center of the dance floor was the loveliest white Christmas tree one could imagine and just about touched the dome windows.
“Mayor Wibs,” said Ms. Tova, hiding her grin. “I’m dying to hear what you think.” “Astonishing!” The mayor of Cat Felicity replied. “Ms. Tova your designing skills are second to none,” the familiar frown on his face softened. “Now go on home and get a good night’s rest.”
“You heard the Mayor,” echoed Ms. Tova. “Tomorrow’s the big day, so scoot on home kitties. Scoot, scoot!” The kitties quickly tidied up and scampered behind Ms. Tova.
Mayor Wibs was finally alone. He strutted to the center of the dance floor drawing a deep breath. “What a marvellous tree. Such a shame if cats don’t come again.” Tears welled up in Mayor Wibs’ eyes as he gazed beyond the ceiling.
“My love this might very well be our last Christmas Waltz…”
