THE GRINCH is coming!

the first hint of trouble came on a Monday when the bell above the door tinkled not with a customer, but with a sigh of cold wind. The shop, Pawsome Cattitude, smelled of peppermint tea and sun-warmed cardboard boxes full of plush mice. It was the kind of place where catnip drifted like snow and every shelf held a small miracle—an excuse to pause, to pet, to smile.

Word traveled in hushed, half-believed whispers: The Grinch might drift through town, and some said he would slip his green fingers into the careful order of things, leaving behind a note or a trinket or something unexpected. The rumor traveled fast, slipping from the mouths of the morning crowd.

“Did you hear?” said Mrs. Graham, who was the Accountant next door, leaning in with conspiratorial gravity. “People say the Grinch is coming to see if hearts can grow three sizes—bigger by way of a cat’s purr.”

... STAY TUNED TO SEE IF THE GRINCH HAS MADE HIS APPEARANCE!!!