Ah yes it is Christmas at Carr House, all the rooms decorated with garland and trees. I can smell cinnamion in the air and baking is coming from the kithcen. I love running down the stairs and poking my nose into each room, looking at the little figurings dancing on the shelves, when no when is watching, I see them though. Cat’s eyes can always see things human eyes can’t. They wave to me and I tip my head to them before I head off to another room. In the breakfast room has the live tree, with pine needles falling slowly to the floor, like snowflakes. Some fall into my fur but I do not mine, it makes me smell fresh, and of the season. My humans don’t know it, but when they ask, “Where is Misty?” I am here sitting underneath the tree watching it and enjoying its magic.