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![The Late Night Call - [SAD VENT ART/STORY]](http://t.furaffinity.net/45903972@150-1644542148.jpg "The Late Night Call - [SAD VENT ART/STORY]")
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This was it. Tonight is the night. This year is the year! He was finally going to stay up all night until he saw the one and only Santa Claus.
Since he was old enough to understand the concept of Santa Claus, Spectre made it his mission to see the jolly gift-giver himself. The mall Santa's wouldn't do it, he was already too smart to believe they were anything more than a charming holiday hoax. He needed to see the real deal!
Thus, every year on the night of Christmas Eve, the little feline would sit on couch across the tree, right next to the cookies and milk, and stay up for as long as could to wait for Father Christmas. To this day, he's never succeeded. Every Christmas morning, Spectre would wake up in his own bed (likely brought there after falling asleep by his parents - the traitors!). Outside his door, there would be a trail of candy leading back to the living room. There the family would find the tree littered with presents, the stockings filled to burst, and the cookie plate barren, but no sign of Santa Claus.
You'd think someone would just quit after so many years. His little sisters certainly did after only two or three tries. But not Spectre, nope, that feline was certifiably insane! With his trusty Rudolph plushie in hand, Spectre was determined to meet his destiny.
He knew this household well. A sweet couple of felines with their three often troublesome yet well-meaning kittens. He had been coming here for years, thus he was more than familiar with the sight that greeted him at the bottom of the chimney.
There on the couch, there lay a fully "grown" black cat deep in sleep in a rather silly looking position. His head smooshed into the couch cushion, one hand hanging over the edge, knees under his stomach, and his rear end up in air where the unbuttoned drop-seat of his reindeer onesie pajamas exposed his holiday themed undies. Santa couldn't help but give a little, deep chuckle.
He got back to work, setting down presents and filling up stockings in a flash. With that done, he approached the couch to engage in his now yearly tradition of tucking this sleepy kitten back into bed before polishing off the cookies. He firmly but gently picked up the feline and carried him over his bed red belly, one big paw on his back, the other holding him up from the bottom.
"Up, up little kitten. Good little boys need to sleep in their beds," Santa quietly spoke. This earned him a groggy whining from the black cat.
"Nnnuuuu- Godda stay up- *yawn* Mmmhn- Gonna mee Sanda Kwaas-"
"Oh, Ho, Ho. Santa Claus?" the big, red man chuckled, "and tell me, what will you do if you see him?"
"Gonna- Mmhn- Tell him- Tha- *yawn* Thank you-" Spectre babbled out, "Thank you, for aw da pwesens- even wen, we not so good - He so nice"
Santa's eyes sparkled as his became even rosier after hearing that.
"I think he already know little kitten"
The big man began his walking to Spectre's bedroom, humming a familiar tune.
"~Oh, you better not shout ~ You better not cry ~ You better not pout, I'm telling you why ~"
"Saanda Cwaas iz comin - to tooown~" the sleepy cat attempted to sing in response, snuggling deeper into the snow white beard and red velvet coat.
"Merry Chrismas, Spectre" ^w^
Santa truly loved all children, even the ones that take a little longer to grow up.
Since he was old enough to understand the concept of Santa Claus, Spectre made it his mission to see the jolly gift-giver himself. The mall Santa's wouldn't do it, he was already too smart to believe they were anything more than a charming holiday hoax. He needed to see the real deal!
Thus, every year on the night of Christmas Eve, the little feline would sit on couch across the tree, right next to the cookies and milk, and stay up for as long as could to wait for Father Christmas. To this day, he's never succeeded. Every Christmas morning, Spectre would wake up in his own bed (likely brought there after falling asleep by his parents - the traitors!). Outside his door, there would be a trail of candy leading back to the living room. There the family would find the tree littered with presents, the stockings filled to burst, and the cookie plate barren, but no sign of Santa Claus.
You'd think someone would just quit after so many years. His little sisters certainly did after only two or three tries. But not Spectre, nope, that feline was certifiably insane! With his trusty Rudolph plushie in hand, Spectre was determined to meet his destiny.
~*~*~* LATER THAT NIGHT *~*~*~He knew this household well. A sweet couple of felines with their three often troublesome yet well-meaning kittens. He had been coming here for years, thus he was more than familiar with the sight that greeted him at the bottom of the chimney.
There on the couch, there lay a fully "grown" black cat deep in sleep in a rather silly looking position. His head smooshed into the couch cushion, one hand hanging over the edge, knees under his stomach, and his rear end up in air where the unbuttoned drop-seat of his reindeer onesie pajamas exposed his holiday themed undies. Santa couldn't help but give a little, deep chuckle.
He got back to work, setting down presents and filling up stockings in a flash. With that done, he approached the couch to engage in his now yearly tradition of tucking this sleepy kitten back into bed before polishing off the cookies. He firmly but gently picked up the feline and carried him over his bed red belly, one big paw on his back, the other holding him up from the bottom.
"Up, up little kitten. Good little boys need to sleep in their beds," Santa quietly spoke. This earned him a groggy whining from the black cat.
"Nnnuuuu- Godda stay up- *yawn* Mmmhn- Gonna mee Sanda Kwaas-"
"Oh, Ho, Ho. Santa Claus?" the big, red man chuckled, "and tell me, what will you do if you see him?"
"Gonna- Mmhn- Tell him- Tha- *yawn* Thank you-" Spectre babbled out, "Thank you, for aw da pwesens- even wen, we not so good - He so nice"
Santa's eyes sparkled as his became even rosier after hearing that.
"I think he already know little kitten"
The big man began his walking to Spectre's bedroom, humming a familiar tune.
"~Oh, you better not shout ~ You better not cry ~ You better not pout, I'm telling you why ~"
"Saanda Cwaas iz comin - to tooown~" the sleepy cat attempted to sing in response, snuggling deeper into the snow white beard and red velvet coat.
"Merry Chrismas, Spectre" ^w^
Santa truly loved all children, even the ones that take a little longer to grow up.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, FRIENDS!!
PLEASE STAY SAFE, STAY HEALTHY, AND HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR!!
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