Catsylvanian Goulash

Once upon a time Little Miggle's mother told Little Miggle to take her little brother to the market to get the ingredients for Mincemouse Pie.

"Now don't you tell Little Tiggle what we're making, 'cause mincemouse pie is his favorite holiday food. I want this to be surprise."

"Mom! But Little Tiggle will know as soon as we start getting the ingredients."

"You're a smart kitten. You can keep it a secret."

So Li'l Miggle told Li'l Tiggle that they were going to the market.

"So what are we getting, Miggy?"

"Well, we need white mice, and black mice, and brown mice and chocolate mice and spicy mice and.... little peeps."

"Ooh. What are we making. Can I guess??? Is it mincemouse pie?"

"Nope, we're making... uh... Catsylvanian Goulash." Mig lied.

"What's that."

"Well, we take the white mice, and the black mice, and all the other mice and the peeps too, and throw them in a big pot with a little Tiggle too."

"With a Tiggle?"

"Yep, with a Tiggle. An' you have the little Tiggle wiggle around and squish up all the mice, and then you start it cooking."

"With the Tiggle in it?"

"Oh, well, you don't cook the Tiggle. That would be silly. You take him out. You need the Tiggle later. When the pot gets nice and hot, you throw the tiggle back in and have him swim all about stirring it as it cooks."

"I don't think we should make Catsylvanian Goulash," Tiggle squeaked timidly.

"I'm going to tell mom that you're a wuss puss."

"Okay." Tiggle drooped.

So they went and bought their white mice, and black mice, and brown mice and chocolate mice and spicy mice and little peeps. And when they came home, Momma Cat asked Li'l Miggle what she told Tiggle.

Mig relayed the story of the "Catsylvanian Goulash."

Momma Cat smiled. "You got the recipe just about right, with a little change though."

"It exists?"

"Of course.... I'll have you make it. Hop in the pot and start braining mice."

And Momma Cat made up a reciped for Catsylvanian Goulash on the spot just to chasten Miggle for making fun of her brother. Later that night, Miggle, embarrassed and tired, joined her family for a delicious meal of mincemouse pie and catsylvanian goulash. Tiggle loved it, and asked for Catsylvanian Goulash, Momma Cat style, every Christmas thereafter.