A Christmas CATastrophe

Cute, but evil

In honour of the destructive and wicked ways of a recent family addition, an evil kitten named Archie.  This week's blog is dedicated to him and all the crazy cats that we have had before that seem to particularly love this time of year.

Twas the weeks before Christmas and all through the house

An evil was stirring, it wasn't a mouse.

The kitten sat proudly, his eyes all aglow

Soon his intentions would everyone know.

 

The Christmas Tree stood pride of place in the room

Its lights shining brightly under light of the moon.

His whiskers twitched knowingly, full of intent

So full of energy, none of it spent.

 

Before

He walked over slowly, so quiet on foot

And gazed up at branches dripping in loot.

His muscles coiled tightly as he launched in the air

Eagerly landing on a newly found lair.

 

The limbs on the tree quivered softly in fear

Knowing that dastardly deeds were so very near.

The tinsel it shook while the baubles all swayed,

Archie's cruel intentions were soon to be made.

 

Whiskers full forward and ear tips erect

The full force butt wiggle soon took effect.

Those shiny bright ornaments standing so still

Soon went flying over window and sill.

During



Santa rapidly bounced from the tree to the ground

And Rudolph fell next barely making a sound.

Archie just buzzed he was so full of glee

There was so much to do, it was not time to flee.

 

He batted at tinsel, at boughs and at globes

He swatted the glitter, the stars and the orbs

Garlands unwound quite free from their hold

Who was this kitten, getting ever more bold?

 

Eventually calm, he jumped from his perch

What was left of the tree wobbled with a great lurch.

Happy with self he started to groom

Before quietly stalking away from the room.
 

After



The sun filled the sky with its warm gentle glow

The cat's tail still calmly moving to and back fro

Mum entered the room, sleep still in her eyes.

Yet unaware of her festive surprise.

 

Archie rubbed on her leg with a soft little howl

Hoping she'd soon start to fill up his bowl.

Her eyes glanced over at her once pretty tree

She was stopped in her tracks by what she did see.
 

Way After

All her hard work so quickly undone

By one little brat, there could only be one.

She looked at that face all sweetness and light

And said 'It looks like you've had a very good night."
 

Time to relax

 With a sigh and a groan, she picked Archie up,

'You're such a bad kitten, you're worse than a pup.

But love you we will, despite your mad ways"

And with that she kissed him with love in her gaze.

 

To all the bad cats, I wish you goodnight.

You can be so naughty but try as we might

Hate and disdain cannot ever live here

We'll love you forever and ever, my dears.
 

Still loveable, despite everything