"Why does being good have to feel so bad?" The Olaf Cat asked as he lay below the Christmas tree, the dazzling lights and dangling play things beckoning him to misbehave.
This morning he had already been scolded for knocking three ornaments off the tree, only this time he choose not to climb, which would have landed him in laundry room prison. Punishment averted! If only he could learn to climb without shaking the tree, giving him away. Super stealth mode! That's what he needed. Olaf lay scheming a clever plot, but before any grand escapade could be decided, he was distracted once again and pawed a branch.
"Olaf," a stern voice warned.
Olaf quickly sprawled on the floor. "This will fool them," he thought, a posture of unassuming obedience. "But as soon as they leave the room I'll finally do it! I'll climb to the top of the tree and reach that Angel. She won't even see me coming." He sat there as he watched the humans busying themselves about. "If only I could do so without making the tree move," he sighed, laying his head down for a cat nap.
"Less then two weeks till Christmas. All this madness will finally come to an end."
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