Wednesday, 21 December 2016

reindeer dust

"Hey Mason, whatcha got there?  Somethin' interestin'?  Anythin' involvin' the nip?"

"You tell me, Seville.  It's a letter addressed to you. Well it's a scroll, actually. I found it lying here in front of the fireplace.  I think it came down the chimney."

"You're kiddin'!"  Seville padded across the family room floor and gave the rolled up piece of paper a good sniff.  It smelled old and musty with a faint, underlying aroma of sugar cookies.

And Mason was right about the scroll being for him, for Seville the Cat was written across it in black lettering.  "And you say it came down the chimney?  Never knew Canada Post started deliverin' mail that way.  Never knew they were deliverin' scrolls now at all!  MOUSES!"

"Why don't you open it up and see who sent it?" Mason suggested.  "It might be important."

Seville unrolled the scroll very gingerly, as it looked so old, he thought it might disintegrate if handled roughly.  "Hmmm..."

Dear Seville the Cat.  Emergency situation at North Pole.  We need your help.  Please come straight away.  Love, Santa.

"Oh my mouses, Mason!  This here letter is from Santa Claus, himself.  At least I think it's from Santa Claus.  You know of any other guys goin' by the name of Santa, these days?"

Mason rolled her eyes.  "I think it's safe to assume it's from the Big Guy in Red, all right.  And by the sound of it, he's in trouble.  Shall I prepare the teleportation device for two?"  And before Seville could argue about it, she added, "I'm going with you.  In an emergency situation, eight paws are better than four."

"Fine," Seville sighed loudly.  "You can come along.  MASON, PREPARE THE TELEPORTATION DEVICE.  I'll go pack up some snacks.  The North Pole is a fair distance away and one should never teleport snackless.  MOUSES!"

The two cats busied themselves getting ready for their trip up north, and within minutes, they were soaring across the Atlantic provinces in a north-westerly direction, heading straight for the pole.

"Shoulda brought a scarf or somethin', I think," Seville shivered.

"Shoulda coulda woulda," muttered Mason.  "Next time, perhaps you'll think of bringing that instead of all these snacks."

"Wanna freeze-dried salmon treat?" Seville offered.

"Don't mind if I do," and Mason popped one into her mouth before reaching for a second.

"There it is!" Seville cried as he spotted Santa's workshop down below.  "I'll bring us down next to the reindeer barn."

"HOLD ON TIGHT!  THERE'S AN UPDRAFT OR SOMETHIN' GOIN' ON HERE," Seville hollered. "By gosh and by golly, between all the radioactive reindeer dust and Santa's magic flyin' around, weather patterns at the North Pole create a mousin' lot of turbulence.  Landin' can be dicey at best. We'll be lucky if I can land this here flyin' fryin' pan within..."

SPLAT!

The cats' teleportation device hit the snow with a thump, but their velocity was so great, they slid several meters, picking up speed on an icy patch.  Seville hoped the snowbank up ahead would bring them to a stop but instead, the frying pan glided up its side, and before they knew it, they were airborne once again.

"MASON!  WE'VE GOT RADIOACTIVE REINDEER DUST IN THE FORWARD EGGBEATER.    BRUSH SOME OF IT OFF SO I CAN LAND THIS THING!!!"

"THE DUST HAS FROZEN ONTO THE BEATER, SEVILLE.  I CAN'T BRUSH IT OFF!"

"MASON, TAKE THE CONTROLS!  KEEP 'ER STEADY.  I'LL GET RID OF THAT DUST.  I KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO."

Mason managed to circle back once Seville had dealt with the frozen radioactive dust.  "How did you get rid of it?" she queried.

"Did what I had to do," Seville answered smugly.  "Good thing I'm a good aim when I spray."

"Ewww..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...  Least we can land this thing now.  Let me at those controls."


Santa's magic was still creating a lot of turbulence, and Seville had a hard time keeping the teleportation device steady.  It veered unexpectedly to the right, and then swung back, hard.

Thump.  THUMP. THUMP.

"We're down.  We've landed.  Whew!  That there was a close one, for sure," Seville sighed with relief.

Mason peered over the edge of the device.  "Uh, Seville.  You landed on top of the barn."

"I did?  Oh.  Well uh...  Um...  Least I landed somewhere!  No matter.  Santa lands on top of roofs all the time.  It's kinda his thing."

"But you're not Santa Claus!" Mason cried, flinging her paws up in the air.

"No, he is!" and Seville smiled as he saw Santa approaching.  "Come on Mason.  Let's go ask him why we were summoned."

Seville jumped down from the barn roof, onto the snow below, with Mason at his heels.

"Are you sure?  Are you SURE?" Seville asked Santa.

"I'm as sure as sure can be, little guy."  Santa scratched behind one ear.  "And for the life of me, I can't figure out what to do about it.  Nor can Mrs. Claus.  You're our last hope, Seville.  And if you and your sister can't find an answer, there will be no Christmas for all the little boys and girls around the world."

"Not to mention the cats," Seville murmured under his breath.

"Or the cats, either," Santa nodded.

"But are you absolutely sure Rudolf even has the cold?" Mason asked.  "I know his nose is all red and puffy but doesn't it always look like that?

"Yeah," piped up Seville. "How is Rudolf's nose different from any other time?"

As if in answer, Rudolf sneezed, spraying radioactive reindeer dust all over Seville.

"YUCK!  Okay, okay, I get the picture.  You don't have to sneeze on me twice!  Rudolf, you've got a nasty cold, for sure."  Seville patted the reindeer on his back.  "It's okay there, little buddy.  Mason and I will figure somethin' out.  We'll have you flyin' again, in no time."

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Be sure to return on Christmas Day for the conclusion of our 2016 Christmas adventure!

37 comments:

  1. Wow! Look at you and Santa! And you met Rudolph! We can't wait to hear the ending. Merry Christmas!

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    1. Oh yeah. Santa and I have met before. That's how he knew to call me. purrs

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  2. Dang, wait?!?! That's like 3-1/2 days, dang!

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  3. Uh-oh! I can't wait to find out what happens!

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  4. Oh no, Rudolph has a cold? I hope you can save the day! We wouldn't want everyone to miss Christmas.

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    1. Got my work cut out for me but I'm pretty sure I can do it. Paws crossed! purrs

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  5. OMB Rudolph has a cold?!!!! gosh Hope he gets better soon,xx Speedy

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  6. I suppose this isn't an appropriate place for a tasty whole reindeer joke is it? No ... no, probably not. ~Bear Cat

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  7. Santa knows he can rely on you to solve any problems he has.

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  8. oh Mouses and Catmas Confabulations!! Seville I do hope you figure out how to get Santa and Rudolph on their way Christmas Eve!!! we're holding our purrz til Sunnyday!=
    -Katie Kitty Too.

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  9. You guys are so lucky! A scroll!! The only think we cats find around here are empty toilet paper wrappers! And we certainly never get invited to help Santa!

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    1. Oohhh... But empty toilet paper wrappers are loads of fun! purrs

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    2. Actually, full ones are fun, too. PURRS.

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  10. OMC, we sure hope efurrything turns out okay Seville and Mason. We is glad the two of you made it there safely!

    Sasha, Sami, & Saku

    Pee Ess: In case we don't get back here on Christmas Day have a furry Merry Christmas!!!

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    1. Thanks so much! We had a great nip-filled Christmas, for sure. You have a Merry Christmas too? purrs

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  11. Ooh! Stay clear of Rudolph's radioactive reindeer dust sneezes! We can hardly wait to see what happens next!

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    1. You don't have to tell me that twice! Once was enough, for sure. purrs

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  12. Oh gosh, I hope you don't catch Rudolph's cold and red nose else you'll never get home with all that sneezing. Mind you, having a red nose could be helpful for landings! purrs Erin

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    1. I didn't catch his cold but... Guess by now, you know how that turned out. MOUSES!

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  13. I am sure you and Mason will have Ruddy back on that sleigh team STAT!!

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  14. Oh wow...we'll have to pop back tomorrow to see what happens...excellent Part 1...we know you kitties will save Christmas & Catmas! Until then, Meowy Catmas to you all!

    xoxo Clooney Claus

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    1. Merry Christmas Clooney! You have a good one? Hope so! purrs

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  15. Oh wow Seville, that was so intense dude, especially when that dust froze on the thingumabob - jeez that was a close call, can't wait fur part 2!!

    Merry Christmas and we hope mew're having a terrific day

    Bestest festive purrs

    Basil & Co xox

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    1. It sure was! But it gave me an idea as to how to save the day. purrs

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