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  • Writer's pictureErin Quill

Christmas Eve

I head upstairs with Mom.

She has her phone, her laptop, and a blanket.

As soon as she sits on the bed, I bonk my head into her hand.

No nap time for Mom.

It's time to bond.

She puts down her phone.

Her laptop goes to the end of the bed.

The blanket ends up scrunched.

I sprawl out against the blanket as I purr from head rubs.

Mom kisses me on the head.

I knead the blanket.

Now I'm happy.

And Mom no longer has time for a nap.

Mission accomplished.

Much love,

Caesar (cat)


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