The intruder raced around Jessie’s tail, and into Molly’s sewing room. Jessie ran behind the intruder at full speed. She barked as loud as she could to get Molly and Santa’s attention.
It tore up the curtains and used its long nails to shred lines into Molly’s freshly pressed curtains. Jessie sat below staring at the devastation.
Santa had come home earlier in the morning with a tiny kitten in his pocket. He had rescued it from a ravine in Chicago where he was doing business. When the animal came into the house, Jessie instinctively hated it. Molly loved it. She stroked the animal’s fur, and gave it chicken off of the table. Jessie waited patiently for some chicken too, and eventually barked at Molly to get her attention.
“Sorry Jessie. Have a piece of chicken. I didn’t mean to forget about you. Just this kitten is so darling. Why we could fit 20 of him into you. I think we’ll call him Charlie. What do you think?” Molly asked.
Jessie cringed. She did not like cats. She never had liked them, but Molly seemed to love the little animal. Jessie decided she would try to get along with Charlie. Jessie barked, and licked the cat on the head. The cat turned, and slashed her nails across Jessie’s leg. Fortunately, the cat was tiny, and the nails did no harm.