‘Twas a week before Christmas

‘Twas a week before Christmas, and all through the house, not a cat gave a thought to go chasing a mouse. The stockings were hung hanging down from the mantel, just low enough for felines to jump up and dismantle. The children are grown now, the dog’s sound asleep with visions of eating less kibble, more meat. And mama in her blue robe and I in my jeans had just settled our brains for some late…