“Ow, ow, ow!” Sam shrieked as the cat landed on his head, sat down, and started to play with his hair.
“I didn’t know you were scared of cats, Sam!” Ruby laughed. I was barely looking at the cat. My eyes were back inside the box.
It was full of chocolate.
Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, dozens of fudge cookies, brownies- all the chocolate you could name- the box had it all.
Who on EARTH was this from?
Sam, successfully throwing the cat out of the way, leaped towards the chocolate. In seconds, the cat was in front of him, snarling. Sam let out a scream and ran out the door, still in his pajamas.
“That was totally worth it,” I said, laughing. I looked at my cat. “You are awesome.” The cat purred and jumped into my lap. Ruby piped up, “She really seems to like you. Who was it from? What are you going to name her?”
“I have no idea who sent this to me. For her name…” My eyes trailed over to the cat's tail. It had a little smudge of chocolate on it, almost making a round circle.
“Chocodot. You know, since there’s a chocolate dot on her tail? I’m going to nickname her Choco. Did you know she’s only about a year old?”
But Ruby wasn’t listening to me spew out facts. Her eyes were on the box full of chocolate.
“It could be poisoned or something, Ruby. We don’t know where it came from.” I warned.
She snorted, ignoring me, and snatched a brownie.
“Mmmmm…” She said with her mouth full.
I couldn’t resist chocolate. I grabbed a few candy bars, stuffed them in my mouth, picked up Chocodot, and placed her on my bed.
Ruby waved at me and left the room, calling “Merry Christmas!”
I waved back. Now Chocodot and I were alone.
She looked directly at me and said “He.”
My cat can talk.