Why So Breakable?

The cat lingers around the Christmas Tree. The family exchanges presents and coos at the cat. A cat's duty is an official duty so as a Christmas tradition the cat pounces onto the Christmas tree. The tree falls over tinsel, garland, star, ornaments in all. The family's fear rises when they see the shattered colors of ornaments lying on the ground. "OUT!" the father yells. The cat hang it's head in dismay. This after all will be it's first Christmas---alone. It wanders down the street and across the sidewalk. She can see the silhouette of the family angrily sweeping up their broken damages. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so hard on Fluffy, Howard." "Every year this cat tackles our tree for some strange reason every year! I'm done and I've had it!" "But it's Christmas!" The cat heard and it's smile faded to a frown and it walked away sadly. Less fortunate people throw empty cans at the shamed cat. It shakes it off while the people laugh. All of a sudden a car comes by with a little boy who snatched the cat. The car travels a far distance, say some 700 miles. They drive to a feline shelter. However the cat knows they're luckier than the tigers and lions who do not know the meaning of Christmas. 700 miles away the cat's family, except for Howard, went out searching for Fluffy. "Fluffy!" Fluuuufy!" The calls ring out but no luck. Finally, at midnight they give up and head home. They walk home shamefully. The kids shake their heads at their father and head to bed. Miles and miles away, like a split screen comparison of two people who love each other apart, the cat begins sleep. "Ho Ho Ho!" Fluffy jumps up. Santa comes inside the feline shelter and claims Fluffy. The cat doesn't know what will happen she's traveled at least 70,000 miles this night looking over the Taj Mahal, The Great Wall, The Eiffel Tower and even the Golden Gate Bridge. They fly over Disney World then back to the North Pole for a 'pit stop' and then finally in Lugger ville back to the felines home. Santa drops her down the chimney and magically shifts her under the tree. The kids awoke with glum looks on their faces despite the fact that it was Christmas morning. They see a cat under the tree and they now live happily ever after. How do I know this, you say little cats? Well you see I'm Fluffy, kittens. Yes their fear in shattered color turned into glow on their joyful faces as they yelled, and I quote: "Thanks Santa!" Yes just how did they know?