Kimber's Christmas
Twas the day before Christmas and somewhere in the house, Kimber was having fun catching a mouse.
One lone stocking had hung up all year, with hopes of being filled with nothing but beer.
Cody was sleeping alone in his bed, while visions of naked girls danced through his head.
When all of a sudden there was such a squeak, Cody woke up with a little girl’s shriek.
For there on his bed, what should there be, but a fuzzy grey mouse and Kimber, pleased as could be.
It squirmed and it wriggled and made such a fuss, Cody stared and started to cuss.
“Get it out of here!” he shouted at the cat, while Kimber yawned wide and just merely sat.
With a paw on the tail, the mouse could not flee. Kimber was having fun, Cody could see.
Cody looked round for a weapon to use. Kill the mouse or the cat, wasn’t sure he could choose.
He found a good shoe, but that was too new, and the remote control would just never do.
Maybe the lamp, but no, it might break, Cody wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Surely I’m dreaming, this cannot be real.” Kimber opened his mouth wide for the kill.
White teeth gleamed and the cat’s tail gave a flick. Cody was sure he was going to be sick.
The mouse gave a final great tug of his tail, at last he was free and off the bed he did sail.
Kimber set off, charged for the the chase, while Cody lay back for his heart still did race.
With a grumble he swore to pick up some traps, and hopelessly tried to continue his nap.
The cat gave a yowl and the mouse gave a squeak, then there was silence for what seemed like a week.
Then came the noise of soft little munching, for tiny mouse bones dear Kimber was crunching.
A few minutes later Kimber returned, complete with dead-mouse breath, Cody did learn.
Back on the bed the black cat curled up tight, tired now that he was done with his fight.
Cody rolled over and tried to forget the massacre caused by his little pet.
For the rest of the day the cat did not peep, so Cody eventually managed to sleep.
One lone stocking had hung up all year, with hopes of being filled with nothing but beer.
Cody was sleeping alone in his bed, while visions of naked girls danced through his head.
When all of a sudden there was such a squeak, Cody woke up with a little girl’s shriek.
For there on his bed, what should there be, but a fuzzy grey mouse and Kimber, pleased as could be.
It squirmed and it wriggled and made such a fuss, Cody stared and started to cuss.
“Get it out of here!” he shouted at the cat, while Kimber yawned wide and just merely sat.
With a paw on the tail, the mouse could not flee. Kimber was having fun, Cody could see.
Cody looked round for a weapon to use. Kill the mouse or the cat, wasn’t sure he could choose.
He found a good shoe, but that was too new, and the remote control would just never do.
Maybe the lamp, but no, it might break, Cody wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
“Surely I’m dreaming, this cannot be real.” Kimber opened his mouth wide for the kill.
White teeth gleamed and the cat’s tail gave a flick. Cody was sure he was going to be sick.
The mouse gave a final great tug of his tail, at last he was free and off the bed he did sail.
Kimber set off, charged for the the chase, while Cody lay back for his heart still did race.
With a grumble he swore to pick up some traps, and hopelessly tried to continue his nap.
The cat gave a yowl and the mouse gave a squeak, then there was silence for what seemed like a week.
Then came the noise of soft little munching, for tiny mouse bones dear Kimber was crunching.
A few minutes later Kimber returned, complete with dead-mouse breath, Cody did learn.
Back on the bed the black cat curled up tight, tired now that he was done with his fight.
Cody rolled over and tried to forget the massacre caused by his little pet.
For the rest of the day the cat did not peep, so Cody eventually managed to sleep.