The Night Visitors


The Night Visitors

Though I say so myself, we’re a crack team: Tabby and the Ginger Ninja.

Midnight, Christmas Eve and I’m helping out with the washing-up – a late supper of scrambled eggs and mackerel – when Ginge takes a shine to the stuffed robin half-way up the Douglas fir dressed-to-kill in the corner. He’s clinging to the trunk, swiping a left hook, when the whole thing starts to topple. There’s a splattering of baubles, a shower of tinsel and we’re away before anyone can yell, ‘Timber!’

Bless my ruff and whiskers, Ginger has that robin nestled safely between his canines. What a team!

M J Lewis ©2015

If you’re reading this in bed on Christmas Eve and wondering about those odd noises downstairs, you’re probably okay – more likely Father Christmas knocking back the sherry than Tabby and Ginger up to no good.

A peaceful holiday to all who visit. Thanks to our host Rochelle and all the other folks here at Friday Fiction and to Scott L. Vannatter for the photo.



10 thoughts on “The Night Visitors

  1. Looks like they know what cats are supposed to do in a house. Someone has to keep the house clean of robins and trees standing where they don’t belong. Fun story. Happy Holidays!

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