A Short Story About Plans

by Fraser

Miffy's human would make all sorts of plans. He'd say, "I'll finish decorating the Christmas tree by tonight," or "Dinner'll be ready in ten minutes," or even "Let's get another kitty!" But Miffy would knock over the tree, eat the chicken, or get into a fight with every other cat she encounters - and her human would sigh, rubbing his eyes.

One year, Miffy's human decided to do something completely new for Christmas: they'll spend the holidays in the tropics! When he told Miffy, she was mortified. "But it's Christmas! We should be here, at home!" She protested loudly.

But Miffy's human, being not too bright, mistook her meows for excitement and went off happily to arrange everything.

Christmas came, and when it was time for them to go, Miffy disappeared. Her human, suitcase in hand, searched the house for hours and couldn't find her. After she was sure they weren't going anywhere, Miffy came out of hiding. Her human was frustrated, she was indignant, and it took a while for them to make up.

But they did. As Miffy purred in her human's lap, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. Of course, he'd soon forget this lesson and start making plans again. But for now, they're home, with eachother - like everyone should be on Christmas.