The Yule Cat is huge, inky black with spiked claws
and her penchant for killing gives everyone pause.
She stalks those who laze about, caring for naught,
who didn't receive Christmas clothes as they ought.
Her eyes are two lanterns, aglow with foul fire
and she hisses and calls like a demon-filled choir.
Her body is fluid, her collar reads "Bitch"
Her father is Satan. Her mother? A witch.
Once Santa is gone and the gifts opened up,
she stretches, then drains kitten blood from her cup.
Waiting and watching - no rush, for she knows
there will always be some lacking presents of clothes.
She stalks them at night under cover of dark
and her paw lashes out, never misses her mark -
Through eyes and soft innards, her cat-claw will rip
and into their brains her forked tongue will then dip.
She prefers to dispatch all her victims alive,
relishing pain-screams - on terror she thrives.
So make sure some clothing sits under your tree
or Yule Cat will kill - maybe you, maybe me.
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Yule Cat is active during Christmas time, when it may even travel to towns and cities. After Christmas eve it peeks inside windows to see if children have earned new clothes as presents. This seems to act as some form of limitation. If a person had been hardworking and active enough to receive new clothes, they would be safe from Yule Cat's hunger. Had they been lazy, the cat was free to first eat their Christmas meal and afterward the person themselves.
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