A Pye Christmas

       Sigh. Heaven. Sheer heaven. Under the Big Gold Christmas tree. At last. At least that is what I imagine Pye is thinking. Many a Christmas has she stuffed herself under the antique ornments, swathing herself in gold netting ( which, if truth be told, is really a tablecloth of sorts, but I like it's meshy goldness so much I swirl it around the base of the big tree every year.) Pye likes it as well.
                               
 Then one morning. Early: 6am to be exact. Found a poinsettia on the front doorstep, in the misty fog of the dark morning. Huge thing. Two people could carry it easily enough. A surprise from the neighbours.  It dwarfs the table. But off to the work office  it has to go. The cats seem to sense its presence, and have been trying to nibble it's leafy goodness. I can hear them . Slinking around the pot. Trying to steal bites. Before I whisk it away to the garage. Pointsettias can be toxic to pets.  Beautiful thing that it is. It will be happier at the work office.I may just have crushed the hopes and dreams of the cats...............

 And while Pye snoozes, the mist and fog rise out of the forest. Pye makes snuffling sounds.

                              The ornaments tinkle and crinkle with her movements.

                            The tree  shivers as she settles herself. For a long winter's nap.

                            And soon she is snoring. Happy with her tree. Happy with the peace.
                         
 And in the darkness, the lights shine, and other felines emerge. Sniffing. Probably wondering what happened to the poinsettia.  We all tiptoe around the Christmas tree where Pye snoozes, liking the familiarity of her being there. Again.  Like every Christmas.....