Note: I can not own Relic Hunter, none of the characters are mine. I just borrowed them for this story.
CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER
Chapter 1
Happy Christmas, Mafdet!
Mighty snowflakes slowly fell down from the gray clouds coated sky.
Mafdet was sitting on the windowsill, her soft black nose pushed against the window. She perked up the ears and was thoughtfully listening to the silence.
Soft music filled the room. Billet agreeably crisped in the fireplace attired the whole sitting room in a silky orange light. Smell of the Christmas tree and the mistletoes softly filled the entire place.
Mafdet perked up her ears higher, as if she would hear some very intersting sounds. The kitten suddenly jumped down from her comfortable sitting place and had taken her way to the kitchen from where her nose sensed the enticing smell of the stuffed turkey. She hurried to her mistress and asked for a let out. She lifted her entreating green eyes to Sydney. Her mistress, when she caught sight of her look, must have broken into a smile. The sight of Mafdet with the red silk bow around her neck and the innocent kitten with her entreating gaze reminded Sydney on a serene Christmas card.
Mafdet was buffeting Sydney's long skirt with her forefeet making a sign, she wanted to go out. Syd, allowing to her appeal, hurried to the door and let out the animal.
Sydney was wearing a dress which was loosening her shoulders and slim arms. She felt creepy.
"Don't you stay out long, kitty! There is very cold outside!"
Mafdet gave a silent meow; she had to check out where that noise came from.
The door closed behind her. The silence of the backyard and the winter evening encompassed the cat.
She had been horrendously curious whether she had really heard that something she felt she did. Birds retired to their nest for a long time ago. The kitten's soft paws were tenderly sunk into the newly fallen snow. The mysterious voice assailed her ears again.
Mafdet started her way towards the voice while she deeply sniffed again and again from the December air which was full with interesting smells.
Snuffles become a way lauder, and the kitten tippy toe turned her head towards the voice. It sometimes sounded like human anon like grunt.
She started her way towards the mysterious voice.
"Who dares to disturb my territory after all?" – She wondered.
Her green eyes flashed in the darkness and quickly noticed the range of the sound. She'd seen a faint move and discovered small footprints in the snow.
"What that would be?" – She was chewing on the mystery. One thing was sure. Much too big for be a mouse.
She followed the sound. Her nose pushed against the strange little creature, which caused her stabbing pain, made her let out a desperate silent meow. She tried to stir the thing up with her paws, in exchange her prize were several quills.
Another desperate meow came out of her throat in fright and she hobbled along towards the front door. She landed in a snow-bank in hurry and her head and whole fur wetted. She let out a regretful silent meow.
The red silk bow was matted hanging down on her neck when she arrived to the front door. She tried to give a signal to Sydney, but it seemed her mistress hadn't heard her call. Sodden to the skin, feel chilly with her matted fur she sat down at the door-mat, waited for someone who would notice her. Groaned lugubriously and woefully told her story to the owl, ranged in a near tree, which was understandably hooted back to her.
Mafdet gave another fly to catch Sydney's attention to let her in the house. She sneaked away to the living room's window and jumped up to the outer windowsill which caused stabbing pain to her paws, but she hadn't seen her mistress. She returned back to the front door waiting on the door-mat.
A car got on the gate. Mafdet hoped Sydney's Christmas Eve guest arrived. The car retarded, a door slammed and suddenly tramp sounded.
The gate creakingly opened and a man came in. Mafdet, like a panther saliently started her way towards the guest. But in her way a dose of snow fell into her neck from the drip. The kitten groaned and meowed woefully. The young man hurried towards her, gently lifted up the wetted and hedgehog-quills scored kitty, and swept off most of the snow from her fur.
"Hello Mafdet" – he said.
Mafdet meowed lugubriously.
"As I see you got into a battle with a hedgehog!" – He continued and petted her fur under her neck and a bleak smile crossed his face. "Don't worry little girl, you'll get well soon!" – He said and with the cat on his arm started his way to the door, then rang the bell.
The door opened up several minutes later and Sydney with a smile on her face invited Nigel into the house.
"What have happened with you, Mafed?" – She asked.
The cat started to complain and circumstantially told her whole story.
Nigel, during the story telling bundled the fare ill animal into a blanket and started to pick out the quills from her nose with an eyebrow-clipper. Mafdet meowed displeased, she wanted to scratch too, but her feet had been kept in their place tightly by the man. He removed the quills with quick and definite movements, sterilized the wounds then the paws followed next.
The cat gratefully nuzzled close to him, while Nigel gifted her with a first class artificial mouse.
"Happy Christmas, Mafdet!"– He said, and then he lifted his gaze to Sydney.
"Happy Christmas, Sydney!" – He smiled at her.
"One thing's for sure, this Christmas will be a red-letter-day!"- She winked at him and petted the kitten's head.
"Happy Christmas, Nigel!" – She said and lightly and quickly kissed the corner of his lips then turned her gaze back on the cat.
"Happy Christmas, Mafdet!"
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