By Mur Lafferty.
Read by Anna Eley.
When I was a kid, I believed it all, like that old wive’s tale that
animals would be granted the gift of speech for one hour on Christmas
Eve. I tested that out by keeping my cat locked up in my room with me
all night. She never spoke, but she did piss in the corner, since she
couldn’t get to her litter box. So she still told me a magical
Christmas message, loud and clear.
Rated R. Contains profanity, sexual situations, and criminal intent. Merry Christmas!