WILDCAT IN THE ATTIC

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A Christmas Tale

Submitted: December 16, 2016

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WILDCAT IN THE ATTIC

Wildcat sat in the corner.  In the darkest recess of the room under the roof.  Purring and pawing itself at the same time.  Fur balls floated in the still air.  Warm sunlight filtered through the partly open static skylight.  A strong cotton blanket was good enough for the feline to rest upon.  The tartan pattern was totally ignored by the visitor of unknown humans.  After a vicious attack from a big dog.  This was a good place to lick the wounds.  The unwanted guest slept away the pain.  Not expecting anything or anyone.

*

Christmas had arrived.  Still it was very mild outside.  The sun was slowly setting.  Still warming the winter.  All felt surreal.  Yet the father of the house, was told to bring down the large fake tree.  Wrapped with last years tinsel and fairy.  The family did not work or go anywhere for Christmas.  It was fun time for all of them.  The parents and boy and girl, helped to move the ladder, up to the attic.  Dad was left to climb into the loft.

 

The mother and kids went to play music on the radio.  Where Steve Wright played cool festival tunes.  The brother and sister jumped around in the lounge.  As the mum poured out lemonade and placed out crisps and chocolates.  As it was Christmas Eve. 

 

The darkness was descending outside of the remote household.  A distant town sparkled with life.  As the threesome waited for the dad to bring down the lights and tree.  Secret gifts were already in place.  By the window.  The typical modern house was alive with hesitation.  Bing Crosby warbled on, as the man turned on the attic light. 

 

The stuff he wanted was close to the hole in the floor.  Together with old clothing and unwanted records.  dust and cobwebs.  The loft was long.  The way in was at one end.  The opposite side was dimmer.  An old sofa blocked the view.  Older carpet remained unrolled.  Beyond this were some blankets.  The red and black tartan was just visible. 

 

As the man retrieved the six foot plastic bush, some thing groaned.  The tree was dropped onto the top of the stairs, that lead down the lounge.  The mother slowly dragged the fake tinsel into the main room.  Not realising her husband was still in the attic.  The kids stopped playing.  After mum swiftly put up the tree, late.  Then, from the top of the attic, his low voice echoed throughout the attic.  ‘Do not panic.  But we have an unexpected guest in here.  A wildcat in the attic!’

*

The digital player was set on pause.  Darth Vader was stopped from killing a man on the death star.  As a man in the attic moved into the lounge.  ‘Do we have any milk?’ he smiled and spoke gently, to his wife.  The boy and girl rushed to the kitchen for a bowl and dish.  Then handed them to mum and dad.  Mum watched as dad slowly placed the plate, just inside the attic.  Then crawled backward, down the ladder and stairs. 

‘Let see if it will come down for Christmas?’

 

The family all sat on the sofa, watching the rest of Star Wars.  Each with one eye on the lounge door.  The boy and girl smiled as they crammed cheese and onion crisps in their mouths.  This was as Luke Skywalker had blown up the black space station.  The celebrations rang out the end of the movie.  Mother put on the news for the evening. 

 

A brown scared cat licked its sore legs as it appeared beside the tree.  A tea towel had been left there for it to rest upon.  A soup bowl had been left with dark turkey meat.  And another dish of water.  ‘Come on, dear?’  urged the mother.  All caring humans had teary eyes.  Then smiled and whispered to the Cat, ‘Merry Christmas.’

*

The magic of  Christmas was a mystery.  And this household was blessed with love.  As the family dozed together on the settee, the switched off TV remained silent.  The wildcat had calmed down, under the twinkling tree.  Something in that house gave it a safe feeling.  Then its belly began to hurt.  And as it groaned, the human parents awoke. 

 

The time was 4 am on Christmas Day.  The lovely mother gently handled two little mites.  Helping the weakened she cat.  Dad stroked the wildcat kindly.  After the birth of new life, the kittens were suckled.  The children were allowed to open their presents.  As a distraction.

 

Father Christmas waved magic dust over the wildcat.  As the boy opened his gift.  He loved his small train set. The girl also held close her new teddy bear.  It was as cute as furry visitor.  The wonder of winter aged the kittens slightly.  Enough for them to wander and crawl between the tree and sofa.  Not before long, the human family were cradling the newest members of their home.  As the dawn came forth, the mother and father and children all sang, ‘Merry Christmas one and all.’  Thanks to the wildcat in the attic.

 

THE END

 

 

 


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