Yeti: [Stumbling upon a newly-appeared cache of Holiday wraps and bows] Ah-hahaha…I know what this means!
Boo: Oh boy!!! [Charges into the pile, scattering cardboard, tissue and ribbon everywhere]
Yeti: [Hearing approaching footsteps] Ssshhh! You blew it noisy girl – here she comes.
Boo: Rats. Scram!
Missus: [Entering the area in a panic] Kitties! Outta there! [She flushes them out of the room and closes the door.] I can’t leave my guard down for one moment with you two. Gnawing ribbons is dangerous. I shouldn’t have left the door open. Go on now; scoot!
Kitties: Mew? Purrroww?
Missus: Go on. Santa’s going to leave coal in your stockings, if you’re not careful.
Boo: [In a whisper to Yeti as they skedaddle] Is that edible?
Yeti: [Whispering back] If you like stuff on fire.
Boo: [Out loud, sticking her tongue out] No thanks.
Missus: [From the room they were just in] Hello? Kitties, is that you?
Yeti: [Still whispering to Boo] Keep it down; you’re going to ruin us! [Boo winces; they run upstairs]
Boo: That was close!
Yeti: We have a pact; she just can’t catch us talking. There’s a lot of sneaking around hiding things this time of year, and we’re going to have to be extra careful; we’re too in the habit of using their language. I’m putting the kibosh on it for now.
Boo: Even on the mlog?
Yeti: No, silly.
Boo: Right. What fun are the holidays if we can’t mess with their minds? [She jumps as a toy fish lands next to them from out of nowhere] MEOW!
Yeti: [Facepaws] We’re through….
Boo: [Rattled, whispering again] …uh…w-where is she? [Yeti shrugs, scouts and returns]
Yeti: I don’t see her. She must have thrown it up the stairwell and left. We’re safe. Whew.
Boo: Or…she’s messing with us.
Both Kitties: [Tails drooping with dread] Nooo….
Missus: [Coming up the stairs] Kitties! Who wants supervised ribbon-playing time?
Kitties: Meow! Me! Mew! Me!
Missus: Aw, you’re almost talking. There it is. Get it! Yeah, that’s right! Good girls!
