A Cat's Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas
 and all through the house
 Not a creature was stirring,
 not even a mouse.
 
 'Cuz the cat had pounced on him
 and tore him apart -
 Ate his mousey intestines
 and chewed up his heart.
 
 Kitty thought he heard sleigh bells,
 which made him take pause -
 He stopped daintily licking
 the blood from his claws.
 
 "Must be Santa," thought Kitty
 (that quite clever cat)
 'Cuz nobody else climbs down
 the chimney like that.
 
 Indeed it was ol' Santa
 so jolly and fat
 With a huge load of presents
 and all for the cat!
 
 "Wow, the best Christmas ever!"
 Kitty thought with a purr,
 Then he coughed up a hairball
 and shed some more fur.