I wrote a story for my secret santa baby, eecks!
GRACE, I LOVE YOU, MERRY CHRISTMAS. Our friendship means so much to me, and I’m ever so grateful to have it, and you in my life. Q A Q
“Once there was a little angel that lived on top of a clock tower. Their job was to make sure that time flowed smoothly, so that children would grow up properly. Ironically, this meant that time was stopped for the little angel, and it could never grow up.
The angel lived alone, up there in its high tower, with nothing but the glints and sounds of time. Loneliness weighed heavy upon it.
One day, it decided to build themselves a friend. Taking the whisper of falling leaves, the softness of fleetful misty mornings, the remembrance of butterfly kisses, the gathered warmth of sun-kissed cheeks and the memories of catching fireflies, the angel built a cat.
The angel finally had a companion, but it didn’t know what one did with companions, so it showed the cat the view from its tower. The cat soon grew to have a complete disregard of heights.
The angel showed the cat the memories glinting in the gathered dusts motes, and how to hear the music of past stories. “Children can hear these,” the angel said to the cat, “and then they add to them.”
However, thereafter, the cat would sometimes lose attention to what the angel said, as it was listening to a different story entirely.
On a particularly clear night, while the angel was teaching the cat all the names of the stars, a great searing light and crackling roar descended upon the clock tower.
“What have we here?” boomed Leo. “A tiny black lion?”
The angel wondered if perhaps they had been impertinent to have made a cat without consulting the celestial lion first. However, the lion gave a big coughing laugh, its glowing nebulous mane flowing wildly from the solar wind.
“Quite amusing!” The lion leaned its great head down to the cat’s, its burning star eyes far outstripping the cat’s eyes own firefly glow. “Come here little dark one, I shall bestow upon you a gift.” it said as its nose touched the cat’s. “From now on, like your night coat, you shall be able to slip between, finding your path through any dark, even time, to come back to your little friend.”
With a wink towards the angel, the Leo leaped back into the heavens. When they looked into the cat, they found that it now had nine lives, one for each star of Leo.
Due to the lion’s gift, the cat soon took to wandering away, sometimes quite abruptly, and was not to be seen for some time. This made the little angel sad.
The cat seeing this would often bring the little angel gifts back from its travels. The angel, who had never been given a gift before, was delighted.
Then, the cat made its first request, ”Could you make another like me?” Though heartbroken, the angel couldn’t say no to its friend, and made a second cat, this one white.
Together with the white one, the black cat trotted off. The angel watched them from the streams of time, and heard them calling the little angel.
The gifts stopped coming. Until one night, cats came back and carefully put something down. It was a kitten.
“This is not a gift, though we do have one for you. We ask a second request, that you raise this child.” Thus the angel had a new cat, a different companion.
When it as all grown up, it called its parents. The cats sat in a tidy row and said to the little angel, “Our gift to you is a choice. One of our children can come and watch the time for you. Please listen to our third and final requests, come with us.”
The angel looked around the tower bewildered, as if by merely having heard the request, the tower had somehow disappeared or changed.
Crying, it replied to the cats, “I have a duty. I cannot abandon it.”
The cats nodded to this, “Our child will spend one of its lifetimes here, then, you can come back and train a new one. In this way, you can fulfill your duty and still leave the tower.”
The angel looked longing out of the tower into the infinite space. “I can leave”, it whispered disbelievingly to the cats, or perhaps to itself. It was not sure if it was asking a question or not, but the angel answered itself.
“Yes, I can.” It twirled around to face the cats and burst out gleefully, “I can!” It laughed and danced. Then, quietly, “Thank you.”
To this day, cats sleep and dream most of the day away, as they train themselves to take their turn as the caretakers of childhood.