[_seraphine_]

The gray light filtered in, slowly. I peeked out, my eyes weary, tired. Suddenly realizing what day it was, I leapt out into the early morning, it's mist immediately making my smooth fur wet. Our three stockings hanging above our doorway are full to the brim with treats. I go back inside to look at our presents. So many! I smile and go back outside, feeling the early morning, the fresh, untainted air, on my face. My whiskers twitch with amusement, the humans are waking too. So slow, so clumsy. I watch them, unmoving. Humans hate mice.

Okay. I have no idea if mice have whiskers or not, but I guessed.

Merry Christmas everyone!