The Story of the Wounded Nutcrackers....A CATostrophe

Okay....so my son collects them, he is a teenager, but he has collected them since he was little, he has about 16 of them...all different sizes and dimensions....They were acquired through tragic circumstances, from trash to the Sale Bin at Pier One. I have repaired , painted and rebuilt noses and arms. ( I am the Paper Mache Goddess...) I have added braids , ribbons and even fancy little beards. Now About the Current Battle They Face....

So this Christmas I put them in 6-6 's room , set them up around the Christmas Tree, looking regal , standing Guard. And 6-6's big Marmalade Cat , all 17 pounds of him decided that THE Tree needed climbing...so the tree was taken down early....and the Sentinal Nutcrackers stood tall as the Tree was removed. ( I am sure I heard TAPS being played). And I thought that I had done the right thing about saving The Tree. Apparently Harry was bored.....Very Bored.

So today I cleaned 6-6's room, and cleaned up after the two males that reside in that room, and I decided that it was time to put the Nutcrackers away....What did I find? Some VERY Wounded Nutcrackers. THREE are completely Missing their NOSES, there are TWO broken Arms ( one is missing a HAND), and most are missing buttons, sashes , and one sword, and a ripped beard and a one smashed head and broken neck. I sat and carefully packed them, and made a list of what I need to fix. Harry sat looking at me , Innocently licking his paws in the window looking demure and gentle as I cleaned up the Wounded Nutcrackers.

So I looked over, and I thought...hmmm, Has the Cat been listening to me on the phone this week ??? Because I have indeed been making phone calls about Altering HIS Manhood , if you know what I mean....because I can not help but wonder if he took his Angst out on the Poor Stoic Nutcrackers.....I would have to call it Nutcracker Irony , wouldn't you ?

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