Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through my home,
All was NOT quiet,
The cats; they did roam.
The four-footed children,
Hardly snug in their beds,
All were out playing
Mighty battles, instead.
Not meow, nor a growl,
As they played in great fun,
Just thumps and thuds
As battles were won.
They scared off the Claus,
They scared off Kris Kringle,
They scared off the reindeer
And the sleigh that goes jingle
No presents for kittens,
Not even a tree,
But we don't need gifts
All we need is fam'ly.
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This was inspired on the night of the 22nd by watching Colby and Apricot play. Colby was minding his own business, sitting upright quite calmly in the middle of the living room. Apricot walked up. Colby saw him. Apricot made sure Colby saw him first. And then he barreled into Colby's shoulder, showing an admirable grasp of physics as he used Colby's weight against him to knock him down.
He gave him no time to recover, but pounced on his head and proceeded to have a glorious wrestling session. Colby was quite enthusiastically participating, too. You know how I've said that when they got bigger than Apricot he didn't want to play with them until they figured out how to do it without overwhelming him. Colby stayed down on the floor, wrestling with mostly just his front half, while Apricot got to be full-body attacker. Every so often Colby would bring his back legs into play to get Apricot out of a particularly good hold, but most of the time, it was just Colby's front half and all of Apricot. And that is because Apricot, this way, is only slightly bigger than Colby's front half!
It was also inspired by the fact that I have no tree or decorations, because I didn't have time to teach them to leave said objects alone. I'm hoping that next year, when they're older, it won't take as much teaching as it would have this year.
So Merry Christmas, as I inflict poetry I wrote on you once again!
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