A/N: I saw a meme on Pinterest about what the different cats would do if in a hardware store. Despite searching, I could not find any similar meme material - so I decided to make some of my own (but turn them into prose, of course).

These stories/scenarios do not operate in any particular universe, don't make a whole lot of sense, and are meant to be light and entertaining. However, I tried to write these stories as honest to the characters (in my universe) as I could, so there are some mentions of anxiety and other mental health issues contained within. Still, I hope you find these enjoyable!

I plan to add on to this periodically with more holidays and scenarios. I wrote based on holidays/scenarios I'm familiar with, but if you have ideas for others that I should do, PM me or leave a note in the reviews.

Feel free to do your own versions as well. If these spark ideas for stories, feel free to use them as long as you mentioned this is where it came from. Happy reading!

HOLIDAY SHOPPING

Munkustrap's holiday lights have gone out, so he needs some replacement bulbs. He swears he remembers which model and color of lights he has, but that was before he realized just how many models and colors of lights there are. So now, he's standing in front of the shelf of infinitely many kinds of lights, swearing to Everlasting that he knows what he's doing even though he's actually feeling quite overwhelmed.

Lucky for Munkustrap, Mistoffelees has memorized the serial number on his box of lights and knows exactly which ones he needs. Not so lucky for Munkustrap, listening to Mistoffelees would mean admitting that he has no clue in Heaviside what he's doing, so he's trying his best to ignore him. However, every time he picks up a box to look at them, Mistoffelees very blatantly reminds him of the correct serial number, rattling off all sixteen digits without blinking an eye and pointing out the difference in the serial number on the box.

Also not lucky for Munkustrap is the fact that Alonzo really, really wants to help him find his lights and is offering up questions like, "What color are they?" and "How big are they?" You know, things that really won't help. Demeter also really wants to help, but she's so enthralled by the variety of light shapes and colors that she is very distracted and is of no assistance.

Meanwhile, over in the tabletop decorations section, Skimbleshanks is ticked off at the inaccuracies of a holiday train and is making it known to anyone who will listen. And behind him, Jenny and Jelly are marveling at the cute miniature village decorations and talking about how they'd be the perfect size for her mice and cockroaches to live in. They've stocked up on wreaths and silk flowers to decorate their dens and have an entire shopping cart full of holiday decor.

Tugger, meanwhile, has somehow managed to get himself stuck in a Christmas tree. Bombalurina is cackling shamelessly watching him flail about and try to free himself. And Electra and Etcetera are trying desperately to free their idle so that he will see them as heroes. Tugger is calling to Munkustrap, Alonzo, and Mistoffelees to help him, but they're all very distracted by Munkustrap's holiday light situation and aren't paying one bit of attention.

Pouncivall and Tumblebrutus have discovered the blow up yard decorations and are having a blast jumping on them. Sure, their claws poke a few holes - okay, several holes - but it's fine, right? And Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer are Tokyo drifting a shopping cart, belting "Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg" as loud as they possibly can.

On another aisle, Jemima and Victoria have snuck off to buy some surprise gifts for their friends. Gus is hanging out in the toy aisle, giving impassioned speeches to the baby dolls, and Old Deuteronomy is sleeping unnoticed among the stuffed animals. Bustopher Jones has found the candy aisle. Enough said.

Meanwhile, the twins and Cassandra are neatly tucked away in some stockings, watching the chaos with a judging eye. They only came for the chaos, anyway. Because Jellicle cats plus holiday shopping can only end one way: disaster.