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The next afternoon Chelsey and Sue were playing with her stuffies in Chelsey’s bedroom and talking cats. Sue had a “regular old Tabby” named Stripes that she adored. She loved to pick up Stripes and cuddle with him and kiss him over and over.
“He loves to be loved,” Sue said.
“I want my new cat to be like that. We had an orange cat named Red. He was my dad’s, but I’m gonna have my very own cat. A Tuxedo Cat.”
“What are you going to call him?”
“I don’t know, yet.”
“How about Mr. Tuxedo?”
“Nah. I want something…something…I don’t know. Something about his color. He’ll be black and white.”
“How ‘bout Zebra? They’re black and white.”
“He won’t have stripes. Zebras have stripes. He’ll look like he has a tuxedo suit on. I know ‘Suits.’ I’ll name him Suits. And he’ll be really, really cute.”
“You know what my mom makes me do? Clean the cat box. It’s so gross. Sometimes I don’t do it. And it stinks, and my mom gets mad, and then I have to clean it more. But I love Stripes. He’s so soft. He likes to play with a feather on a string. And it’s got a stick on it too so you can move it around. He hits it with his paws and bites the feathers.” Sue laughed and Chelsey joined her.
“What are you two laughing about?” Darla asked after opening Chelsey’s bedroom door.
“Well, it’s time to go to the SPCA. Your dad’s ready,” Darla said.
“Can Sue come?”
“No, dear. We’ll drive Sue home before we go.”
“Awww,” came out of Sue and Chelsey’s mouths.
“Come on, girls. Time to go.”
“I’m getting a new kitty.”
Gotta Love Them Cats,
Author of A Tuxedo Cat Christmas
The Must-Read Christmas Story of 2015