The Christmas edition of the Friday Fictioneers. Click here to look at some more stories.
Copyright Scott Vannatter
You are dreaming.
“…I’m dreaming.”
Cats don’t write Christmas cards.
“…Cats don’t write Christmas cards.”
You will mail these cards tomorrow without question.
“…I’ll mail those cards tomorrow. No questions.”
Go back to bed.
“…I’m going back to bed now.”
And open a can of tuna before you go, would you? The good stuff.
“…Uh …okay.”
(two weeks later)
“Hey honey, I just got some Christmas cards in the mail. Do you know someone called Mr. Lynx? Also, there’s one from a family by the name of Ocelots. Oh no, the cat just grabbed them. Now he’s staring at me…”
