Charlie the Christmas CatCharlie the Christmas Cat8 years ago in Christmas Prose
It all started with a banana.
No, wait. Thats not quite right.
It all started with Paris.
Ive always wanted to write a story that started with Paris. The Louvre. The Seine. Notre Dame. Paree.
Ok. Let me just clarify that Im not in Paris. My friend Myra is. For Christmas. And today is the first day that Im going to check on her cat, Boots. Boots Pierre. I dont know if he is aware of his full moniker. Right now his only interest is in cat treats.
So I hang with Boots for a while. Do the usual cat chores. And as Im on my way out the door, I notice a banana in Myras kitchen. It is already spotty with brown over-ripeness, and I know in ten days time, Myra will come home to a smelly pile of mush with fruit flies. I grab the banana and head to the alley behind the