I yawn, tuck in my paws, and fall asleep.
The next morning I watch them talk and laugh as they open their gifts. How happy they are and how alone I feel.
Suddenly, little Krista takes a stocking off the mantle and sits down next to me. "Merry Christmas, Little Kitty", she says as she begins to pull out tiny bags of catnip and shiny toys.
I have not been forgotten. Krista pets me and says: "I love you". I answer: "Purr."