Merry Christmas from Music and Fiction. More stories to come in the next couple weeks!
You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet
by Miles H. Rost
“Now, Bobsie, stay out of the tree.”
My cat, the little furchild named Bobsie, looked at me with a blank state, before finally meowing. I took that to be a sign of acceptance, as I started wrapping my gifts.
I didn’t want a repeat of last year’s tree debacle, so I kept one eye on elusive Bobsie and one of my tape dispenser.
Things went swimmingly after that, until I finished with the last present, and threw the empty wrapping paper tube to the side.
I watched Bobsie leap from the table, catch the tube in mid-air, then cannonball straight into the tree. Half of the ornaments dropped, one or two cracking.
He found his way into the tree, and I am the one getting in trouble for it with my girlfriend, who just arrived home.