the 24th, the day before Christmas

And all through the Cave, not a creatures was purring
Not even tuggers.
The Beast sat at his computer, and what did he find, Messages from Old friends
They were not very kind.
"How dare you break up with her?"
"You fool, i'm glad your out of her life."
"You were bad for her I'm glad your gone."
Little these creatures know, something amiss
She was the one truly at fault.
So the tentacled one placed up a small answer
to fill them with knowledge about him not caring.
the Ocelot decided to try and fight over the internet.
Low and behold here comes a Gothi to his aide.
The beast smiled and gave a small hooray.
As the day past Zen grew weary and tired, and thought to snuggle with tugger and retire.
as he was about to make way to his bed- behold a ring, a ring near his head.
he plucked the phone from his the hood of his sweater- it was the Ocelot, sending him word-
"I want you back," she says," And I won't stop till your mine. I miss you love you, come back your mine!"
the tentacled one cracked a small smile and dialed.
when she picked up with glee he yelled," GET BENT XENOPHILE!"
And with that he closed his phone and skipped of to bed, to dream of foxes, pandas and cats. So Merry Christmas, and good morning to all. Its the day before- and it's never to late to call!