Cat Christmas Stocking with Toys

Yes, cats celebrate Christmas, too. This small stocking is purrrrfect for your sweet little cat this holiday season. The stocking is our own unique design and shows a black cat wearing a Santa cap and gazing at the Bethlehem star from a snowbank. The body of the stocking is felt, the cuff is shearling, and the loop is red velour. Included in the set are three toys: a crinkly maple leaf (red on one side, orange on the other) made of felt, an adorable felt fortune cookie with a fortune that reads, "Santa says you've been nice," and a fish made of red holiday fleece fabric with ribbons. One of the ribbons is stamped with a holiday message, "Meowy Christmas." Note that these toys do NOT contain catnip. If your cat enjoys catnip, you can spray them with catnip oil, or rub the outside of the toys with the herb. The stocking is 8 1/2 inches from the top of the cuff to the heel, and 9 1/2 inches to the toe. It is approximately 5 inches wide at the top of the cuff and 6 inches wide at the toe. The maple leaf is approximately 3 3/4 inches wide and high. The fortune cookies is approximately 2 3/4 inches wide and 2 1/2 inches high, not including the fortune. The fleece fish is approximately 2 1/2 inches wide and 3 3/4 inches long. This adorable cat Christmas stocking ships free.         Mr. Whiskers was sitting where I'd left him three hours ago, in the exact middle of the living room, facing the the fireplace, looking more Egyptian statue than living cat, with his hind legs tucked primly beneath him.  I walked into the room again, and walked back out. And walked in again. "What?" I demanded of him. It was like I'd yelled it into an empty canyon, waiting for an echo. Mr. Whiskers hadn't so much as flinched. "Come into the kitchen," I tried. "I've got a new bag of your favorite fishy snack." Nothing. "And dinner. It's dinnertime, too," I added. I walked in front of Mr. Whiskers, hoping to break his stare, and then followed his gaze. He seemed to be focused on the mantlepiece, which was festooned with hemlock garland, winterberry, and gold ornaments of blown glass. I stood admiring the little holiday tableau and silently congratulated myself on my decorating flair this year. The hand-embroidered felt stockings I'd purchased for the family were quite the find. The holiday stockings. How had I overlooked that? Was somebody telling me we were one short? It was if Mr. Whiskers had read my mind. "Rrroooowww," he loudly agreed, moving a part of his body for the first time in hours. Well, there was only one thing for it: I had to find a Christmas stocking for a cat, if such a thing existed.