#gryla cat

[combodactyl]

"Gasp where am I.

Cthulhu: Why don't you join us

What?

Phobia: October is over we are here to chill

I don't understand

Hatman: Pull up a chair. We saved a plate for you.

As the month of October comes to a close. You feel the monsters power over the world calm down just for a moment. Greeted by the many monsters who once attacked you, you feel unerved as they treat you with respect. You take a step and look for an open seat. Many scents and sounds fill the air. Steak, turkey, fresh baked bread, and you're pretty sure you saw sushi the size of a house. The hovering of Jean jacket, the talk from le spectres, the small his from the alligators, and the splashing of the water fountain made the place come to life.

Cthulhu: Ha chez cthul-hu, my pride and joy after my successful book writing career. Cthulhu asks for you to read his book on the house but the minute you do you wake up from this nightmare turned dream."

Oh my gosh finally done. I wanted this done by October 31st but my ambitions were to high. I doubt yall will see one of these again. Thank you all for sticking through these weeks with me. I will try to upload every Thursday if I can keep up with it. This will not be the last you see of me. (The tags took me forever)

[sixminutestoriesblog]

the yule cat

For most of us with cats, the worst thing we worry about come Christmastime is keeping them from utterly trashing our Christmas trees.

Iceland however has a whole other thing to be worried about when it comes to cats and Christmas.

To quote the title of an article by Danny Lewis in the Smithsonian Magazine (because it is far too perfect to not):

Each Christmas, Iceland’s Yule Cat Takes Fashion Policing to the Extreme

So, what is the Yule Cat and why is he in critiquing Iceland's Christmas clothes?

Freyja's cats aren't the only felines in town. The Yule Cat, the Jólakötturinn, also known as the Christmas Cat, is a gigantic cat the size of a house that roams the darkness of Iceland in the nights leading up to Christmas eve, peering with glowing eyes in through windows. What is he looking for? The Yule Cat is checking everyone's Christmas presents. Not for cans of tuna or kitty snacks. Oh no, the Yule Cat is looking to see who hasn't gotten any new clothes wrapped up and waiting for them.

No new clothes?

The Yule Cat will hunt the unfortunate victim down and tear them apart before eating them. (in other, gentler tales, he simple eats their Christmas 'portion' of dinner)

Still, seems a bit extreme a response to grandma forgetting to knit you yet another one of those hats with the pom-poms on top, doesn't it?

Still, that's the deal. Adults and children alike better be grateful for those packs of new underwear under the tree. Those socks are going to do more than keep their feet warm - those socks are going to save their life!

So, we've got to ask ourselves - why would new clothes be so important that folklore would come up with a monster enforcing them? Is it all a ploy just to make sure Johannes is grateful when he gets that ugly sweater instead of the toy train he was gunning for when he unwraps his presents?

Well, like most things in folklore, if you go back far enough, things get blurry. The first written mention we have of the Yule Cat is in a collection of folklore gathered by Jon Árnason in 1862. In it, the Yule Cat gets exactly one paragraph and a footnote. The footnote is the important part. It mentions a colloquial phrase of the time: "to dress the cat". 'To dress the cat' means to wear the same clothes over and over again, the idea being that cats don't change their 'clothes'.

There was also a tradition that household servants and farm workers that helped turn the season's wool into yarn would receive new clothes as a reward for their work. Those who didn't - didn't get new clothes. You can see how the Yule Cat would come in handy as motivation in this case. It also worked as a motivator for children to finish their chores in the same way, with good children getting rewarded with clothes and bad children being left as fair game for the Cat.

In 1932, Jóhannes úr Kötlum published a collection of poems centered around Christmas and one of his poems featured the Yule Cat. The Yule Cat's popularity soared and the monster soon found itself lumped in together with other Christmastime monsters from the book, becoming the pet of the evil troll, Gryla and ridden by one of her mischievous Yule Lad sons, tiny Stufur.

But wait - let's go back a bit further before we wrap this up. Because there's been some speculation that the Christmas Cat isn't just about new clothes. We need to go back, back to early St. Nick stories, when it wasn't so much Santa and his elves and reindeer. When St. Nick was, as so many winter myths are, only part of the story. Because you can't have good without evil, generosity without greed or light without darkness. Santa Claus doesn't come without Krampus in his shadow. Reward doesn't come without the threat of punishment. Krampus is only one Christmas monster but almost every region had their own version of a dark something lurking in Santa's footsteps. Perhaps, so the theory goes, the Yule Cat was once just such a creature, back when stories were still new at Christmas time and winters crept long and cold in the nights of the snow covered lands. For every saint, there must be a devil.

Which brings us to today. Because there are no stories about the Yule Cat skipping a meal because the child's parents were too poor to afford to buy new clothes.

Maybe the best way we can celebrate the Yule Cat stories today is by making sure no children ever have to think of him as anything more than a shadow that peers in their window - and then passes by.

[beyondthebizarre]

To wrap up the season (and season 3 of the pod), you know we have to talk about the Germanic “AntiClause” known as Krampus. Join us whenever you listen to podcast as we discuss Yule and the notorious being known as Krampus.

And since we couldn’t get enough of the season’s beatings… we had to talk about the lesser known, just as menacing creature the Yule Cat of Icelandic lore.

Hit up the link in bio to listen now!

As we stated this is our last episode of season 3 and we cannot wait to return in 2023 with a whole new season. Until then, carry on and stay bizarre. Thank you all for the streams and support ! 🖤

Happy Holidays !

[nobleclover]

A dark Christmas poem for you all. Merry Christmas 🎄😈

https://youtu.be/uKR0ov0NgrA

[idooodles]

Gryla and the Yule cat.

Because you mustn’t let the Cat

Get hold of the little children.

They had to get something new to wear

From the grownups each year.

 

And when the lights came on, on Yule Eve

And the Cat peered in,

The little children stood rosy and proud

All dressed up in their new clothes.

 

Some had gotten an apron

And some had gotten shoes

Or something that was needed

– That was all it took.

 

For all who got something new to wear

Stayed out of that pussy-cat’s grasp

He then gave an awful hiss

But went on his way.

 

Whether he still exists I do not know.

But his visit would be in vain

If next time everybody

Got something new to wear.

 

Now you might be thinking of helping

Where help is needed most.

Perhaps you’ll find some children

That have nothing at all.

 

Perhaps searching for those

That live in a lightless world

Will give you a happy day

And a Merry, Merry Yule.

Extract from The Yule Cat Poem by Jóhannes úr Kötlum

[stegrossaurus]

Yule Cat

Yule Cat

by Gunnar

“We should be getting pretty close by now,” Ari says, shielding his eyes from the sun as he gazes at Mt. Strandertindur. He looks back at the town, does some quick calculations, and conforms. “Yep. Gryla’s lair is close. We can make it there before dark.”

I follow his eyes from the mountain to home. I don’t think we’re actually very close to the mountain or very far from town, but that’s okay. Going on an adventure with Ari is always fun enough. Besides, I don’t think I really want to find Gryla. Nothing Ari has told me about the giant child-eating woman makes her seem very friendly, especially for a 7 and 10 year old.

But Ari said Gryla only eats naughty children and we’re not, so we should be safe. Strictly speaking, we’re not supposed to be so far from home without Mom and Dad’s permission, but I know Ari will keep me safe, so it doesn’t count. And like I said, we’re still close enough that I can see the town. 

We keep trekking up the slope leading to the mountain, with Ari finding large dips in the ground and broken branches that can only come from the feet of a hungry giantess. According to Ari, at least. I’m not sure why these footprints aren’t spaced out more evenly like footprints normally are, but I trust my older brother. Mom and Dad let him watch scarier shows and read scarier comics than me so he knows all about these myths and legends.

“What are we going to do when we find her lair?” I ask as Ari leads me to a small forest just a few trees thick on the slope. Creatures like Gryla love forests, Ari had said.

“We’re going to find where her yule lads keep their gifts and take some home,” Ari says confidently. “Not all of them, just what we deserve. We’ve been good all year, right, Gun?”

I nod eagerly. My teacher says I’m one of the smartest boys in class and I never get in trouble. Ari gets even better grades and is the best at everything. Sometimes adults yell at him for little stuff like arguing with his teacher or starting little fires, but Ari says they’re just taking stuff too seriously. There’s no way he deserved that rotting potato in his shoe.

“And just who are they to judge us anyway?” Ari snaps, getting a little frustrated now. “You remember I told you how they’re always licking spoons and stealing candles and whatever? And their mom and cat are always eating people. That’s a little worse than putting a lizard in the principal’s coffee, but I bet they don’t get any rotten potatoes in their shoes.”

I nod in agreement until I realize what Ari said. “Wait, they have a cat?” I try not to sound too excited because I know Ari’s not a fan of cats, but I can’t help it. If it weren’t for Dad’s allergies, I’d ask my parents for a cat every Christmas.

Ari grimaces. “Trust me, Gun, the Yule Cat isn’t the kind of cat you’d want. It’s large and ugly and mean even by cat standards. It’ll gut you as soon as look at you.” He says that kind of thing about all cats, but then again, this cat apparently kills people. “When its blood-red eyes lock on you and it sees that you’re not wearing proper winter clothes, you’d better hide.” 

“Why would the cat care about clothes?” I ask. Do cats even know about things like sweaters and mittens?

“Because it’s a jerk, that’s why,” Ari says. “It belongs to an evil child-eating giant; what did you expect? Gryla sends the stupid thing out at night to hunt all the kids who don’t get winter clothes for Christmas and bring them back for her to cook.”

“I didn’t know you could train cats to do anything,” I say, unable to hide how fun a giant trained kitty sounds. “I thought they just did what they wanted. But my friend says her cat always brings her dead stuff from outside, so I guess that is what they want.”

“Which is why I don’t like cats,” Ari grumbles. “But you don’t need to worry, Gunner. Any cat that gets close is gonna get an eyeful of this.” He hefts the rusty iron spade borrowed from our neighbor’s shed, filed to a point which he swears can pierce a car door. “Mystic beings like Gryla and her cat hate iron.”

We walk on for a while, with Ari occasionally telling me that we were almost there even after we leave the tiny forest. He finds more footprints and claw marks and weird plants that he says are clearly warped by her ancient magic. I feel safe with my older brother and I’m sure he knows what he’s doing, but I’d still rather be home before the sun goes down. If the Yule Cat, Gryla, and her yule lads don’t kill us, Mom and Dad will. As the sun gets lower, I clench my jacket tighter and Ari holds his spike higher. I’m a little relieved when Ari says it’s time for us to head back.

“Gryla probably hides her lair with magic,” Ari explains. “We’re probably not going to find her. Let’s get home before it starts…wait, hold on.” His eyes narrow as he sees something up ahead. The slope gets a little steep here and there’s a short stone cliff face in front of us, but I don’t see whatever he sees and I tell him so when he asks.

“You really can’t see it?” Ari asks. When I shake my head, he points at the invisible thing and says, “It’s a door knocker, like the one on our front door.” 

No matter how hard I look, I don’t see it. But when Ari gives it an experimental poke with his spike, a shimmer ripples out and suddenly it’s there, nailed to the rock like it’s always been there. Everything else in the little forest feels like it’s moving away. It feels like magic.

“Your spike!” I realize with a shout. “It’s messing with the magic hiding the knocker! But why could you see it in the first place?”

Ari doesn’t answer me. He just pauses for a second, grinning at the knocker. It’s the same grin he sometimes gets when he sneaks out of the house or sneaks something into his pocket at the grocery store. Then he reaches up and gives it three very loud bangs. Far louder than I think they should be. So loud, the rest of the world seems to run away as the rocky cliff expands. In a second, we’re not standing in front of a cliff on a slope with our home at our backs. We’re in front of the massive wooden door of a house as big as a neighborhood in a dark, frozen land.

“Ari, where are we?” I whisper, looking around. Everything off of the lawn-sized front porch is nearly pitch-black, but I can make out snow. A lot of snow and nothing else.

“I don’t know, Gunnar,” he says, holding me closer. His teeth are already chattering. “We need to get somewhere warm before we freeze.” He looks around, too, and points to something I’d missed: a patch of light the same color as that tiny forest in the afternoon light. “There! That’s our world! We need to get back there and–oh no.”

Once I see what he sees, I don’t know how I missed it. At the very least, the sound of its massive footsteps in the snow should have been hard to ignore. But, then again, cats are known to be silent. Ari gets in front of and waves his spike as the blood-red eyes of the Yule Cat get closer. When the rest of it is in the glow of the giant porchlight, I can see that Ari was right; I don’t want to be anywhere near this large, hideous, hungry dinosaur of a cat. We press ourselves against the door as the thing comes closer, its sparse black fur bristling on its warty gray skin. Before it can strike, the door swings inward, releasing fiery warmth and the sounds and smells of cooking dinner.

“Is someone there?” a loud, ancient voice howls from inside the house. “Yuley, did you knock? Who taught you to do that?” There’s a loud whiff above us and then, “Do I smell something…naughty?”

Neither of us stop to think. We just rush into the house, dodging the gigantic, bare feet on our way in. Ari doesn’t let me stop once we’re away from the cold and the cat, though. He pulls me across the wooden floor to the first piece of massive furniture we can hide under: a cushioned couch holding another giant. The Yule Cat isn’t far behind and I beat its paw under the couch by a second.

Yowling and moaning, the awful creature keeps trying to stretch its monstrous paw to us. We bolt in the dusty darkness to the other side of the couch, but after a few ground-shaking thumps, Gryla’s warty, wrinkled feet are planted there.

“Leppalúði! Leppalúði, get up!” Gryla screeches. “Yuley found a child! It’s under the couch! Get up so he can kill it!”

The occupant of the couch above us grumbles like an avalanche. “Just get it out with a broom or something, Gryla. I’m tired.”

Gryla groans loudly as her Cat meows for its mistress to do something about its missing prey. The two giants start arguing.

“We’re wearing our jackets,” I mutter in a daze. I can barely form a thought but I know this much. “We’re wearing our jackets. Shouldn’t that be enough? We’re wearing winter clothes so why is it trying to kill us?”

“I don’t know, Gun, but please shut up!” Ari hisses back. He takes several deep breaths, then gets a look on his face. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a second.” While Gryla and her cat yell at her husband, Ari peels off his jacket, inches closer to the edge of the couch, and throws it to where the Cat could reach it. Then he scurries back to me. “The scent’ll keep the Cat busy while we run. Gryla left the door open.”

After a few failed attempts to move her husband and the couch, Gryla stomps off, grumbling about getting a broom like he suggested. The Yule Cat stays, and I can already see how Ari’s plan won’t work. The Cat can’t reach us, but it can see us well enough to not bother with the decoy jacket. Those blood-red eyes locked on my brother, but I’m certain it’ll go for me, too, jacket or no jacket.

Gryla comes back quickly and crouches down on the other side of the couch. She starts probing a tree trunk-sized broomhandle under the couch, forcing us closer to the Yule Cat.

“Come here, little naughties,” she croaks as we try to avoid the broom. She takes another long whiff. “Strayed too far from home.” Another whiff. “Disobeyed the teacher. Stole from neighbor’s shed. Got your brother in danger. No wonder you found your way into my world, little naughty." The spike looks laughably small next to the Cat, so Ari scrambles in his backpack for anything else to use as a weapon. “Did you see my door knocker, little naughty? Sometimes the bad ones can find it. But only the dumb ones actually use it.”

The Yule Cat’s pupils widen in anticipation of its meal. While Ari’s rooting through his bag, I see his phone and get an idea. Before I can stop myself, I grab Ari’s phone, run forward, and show the bright screen to the Cat’s wide eyes. Did you know that cats have very light-sensitive eyes, especially in the dark?

With a yowl, the Cat pulls back. Ari bolts forward, kicking the jacket out from under the couch. Too blinded and angry to think straight, the Yule Cat swipes it across the floor and pounces on it. This is our only chance.\

Ari grabs my wrist and we race for the door while Gryla crowds around her pet to see its prey. We’re almost halfway there before we hear, “There they are, Yuley!” I turn to see the ugly thing coming at us like a freight train and just barely yank us both to the ground in time. But now the Yule Cat’s in between us and the door.

“Good boy, Yuley,” Gryla huffs, clearly worn out. Seeing her for the first time, I’m not too surprised to see that she’s very old. Much like her pet, she’s covered in stone-colored warts and her face looks as much dinosaur as mammal. She looks like something that existed long before humans. “Now hurry up and kill them!”

The giant cat locks its eyes on us again, crouched for a pounce that I know we can’t dodge. Ari holds me and waves his tiny weapon. I can hear him fighting back tears. The Yule Cat bristles up its scant remaining fur and…pulls itself upright. It looks from my brother and me to Gryla a few times, as if unsure what she said.

“What are you waiting for?” the giantess screams. “Attack, already!”

This time, the Yule Cat lets out a harsh snort and fixes its mistress with a glare. It gets up and walks lazily over to Leppalúði on the couch, letting him idly scratch its head. 

Gryla lets out a frustrated howl. “Why does no one in this house do what I say?!” Defeated, she storms over to the door.

Not waiting to see if she attacks us or just closes the door, Ari and I run into the cold and dark. We clear the porch and trudge into the knee deep snow, with Ari pulling me along as quickly as he can to the patch of afternoon light, waving his spike in front to make sure Gryla’s magic doesn’t block our way. It’s not too far, but the snow makes the journey a little longer.

“I told you!” I shout, a little too gleefully. We’re both giggling like maniacs now. “I told you cats can’t be trained! They hate being told what to do!”

“Congratulations, Gun, you were right!” Ari laughs back. “And your idea with the phone was genius! Now let’s get home and never tell Mom and Dad about this!”

The little doorway of light ripples as Ari swipes his spike at it. We cross the barrier to our world and immediately everything shrinks back into place. The trees and the mountain and the town all rush into their proper places. The freezing world behind us turns back into an invisible knocker on a rock. Ari and I hug each other and whoop with delight before running back to town.

We’re almost to safety when another fact about cats dawns on me, one that I remember when I hear something thumping quietly behind me. And hear a quiet moan. And feel an icy breath on the back of my neck.

Cats like to play with their food.

[cobrastrikes421]

Christmas countdown

Snowflake - a single ice crystal that has achieved a sufficient size, and may have amalgamated with others, which falls through the earth’s atmosphere as snow.

Reindeer - female reindeer grow their antlers in the winter well, the males don’t. Known as caribou in North America, are deer in the genus Rangier.

Santa Claus - also know as Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Kris Kringle, or simply Santa, is a legendary character originating in western Christian culture who is said bring children toys.

Holiday - a holiday is a day set aside by custom or by law on which normal activities, especially business or work including school, are suspended or reduced.

Sweater - they are named after James BrudeNell, 7th earl of cardigan, a British general during the Crimean war, who led the famous charge of the light brigade.

Holly - when all else in the winter wood appeared dead lifeless, holly remained green and full of berries, giving hope for new life in the spring.

Krampus - in Central Europe popular legend, a half-goat, half-demon monster that punishes misbehaving children at Christmas time.

New year - the first new year’s celebration dates back 4,000 years ago.

Gryla - she kidnaps the children and she her husband, leppalúdi, put them in large sack.

Light - are lights often used for decoration in celebration of Christmas, often on display throughout the Christmas season including advent and Christmastide.

Stocking - the Christmas stocking tradition started in Europe.

Sleigh - skid, sledge, or sleigh is a land vehicle that slides across a surface, usually of ice or snow.

The pink and purple cat my sister @brose1229

[omgwhyisshestilltalking]

Christmas tales to horrify your children

Christmas tales to horrify your children

[theunexplainable]

In my modern world I think that Freya would run a summer camp kind of thing, the kids she watches over are Thrud, Angrboda, Atreus and Skjoldr.

When the parents arrive at the end of the day Freya shows them the chaos that is four teens and boredom. Aka Atreus and Angrboda are pretending to play out a divorce and Skjoldr has taken Atreus’ side, Thrud is dying of laughter in the background. 

All that I can imagine is Atreus yelling that he’s taking the kids while being carried off bridal style by Skjoldr lol  What’s the bet that Angrboda gets the house? I say carried off bc the kid, in my au, is in a wheelchair half the time bc he’s too weak stand or it wouldn’t be good for him too. Like when his lungs aren’t doing good so too much exercise and movement makes it worse.

All the parents be sitting in the background flabbergasted. Gryla is sitting there like “yes bitch, dump his ass!”    Kratos is just like “who the fuck is Hel??” Mimir is probably laughing with Thrud, although Sif would probably try to play lawyer, since that is her job in my silly modern au. 

If you don’t know, Hel is the daughter of Loki and Angrboda in Norse mythology. I think in the modern au I have, It would just be a cat they have when they live together as adults w/ Skjoldr and Thrud. Yes, I think they would live together, and I think it would be chaos. They probably find Hel when she’s just a kitten when they’re teens.

[tyrantisterror]

While we’re on the subject of Christmas and monsters, what are your top ten folkloric Christmas monsters? (Yule Cat, Krampus, etc.)

Krampus, Perchta, The Ghosts of Christmas (Past, Present, & Future), the Badalisc, Gryla, the Yule Cat, the Yule Lads, and we're already over ten but I'm including the Grinch and the Winter Warlock too.

[ben-the-hyena]

Tenth day of Christmas : the Jólakötturinn

Gryla, Leppalúði and their sons have a pet too. A gigantic cat sometimes also called Yule Cat and just as malevolent as his owners. He walks around the snowy streets and countrysides during Christmas Eve ; depending of versions, if he crosses your path and you do not wear holidays clothes, either he will eat all your food at home, or he will eat YOU. Added late to the Icelandic holidays ogre family, only in the 19th century, many think he has much more ancient but never written origins

[oldbloodrelation]

Icelandic Christmas, Iceland has fantastic Christmas traditions. There’s Gryla, the ogress who kidnaps and eats children. Her gigantic cat who also eats any children not wearing new clothes. Additionally she has 12 sons called the Yule lads that all do things that are mildly annoying. Nowadays there are only 12.

They kept the g-rated ones, but there used to be more including one with his lungs outside his body.

Oh and because the electricity is so cheap a lot of the cemeteries are lit up.

[lola4563747]

@allhallowsthemepark @shaydystheshadowqueen

Xmas food and drink ideas

1. Green hot cocoa with eyeball marshmallows.

2. The Krampusnact: hard apple cider, schnapps, whiskey,grenadine, rum, and cloves. Decorate with white chocolate sleigh bells.

3. Yule log cake

4. Befana’s Brew: Mulled wine, marshmallow vodka, chocolate syrup, cinnamon sugar, and vanilla. Serve in a wine glass rimmed with red luster dust.

5. Gryla’s Stew: Beef broth base with sausage, pork, mutton,wild greens, and little bits of bread shaped like skulls. Green food coloring is used to give the broth an otherworldly look. Gryla is said to eat naughty kids and human flesh is said to taste similar to pork so that gave me the idea.

6. Mari Lwyd Sugar cookies

7. Yule cat Cake Pops: Dark Chocolate Cake pops with chocolate frosting, cat ears, vanilla buttercream muzzle and blue candy eyes.

8. Nutcracker mixed nuts: mixed nuts covered in cinnamon sugar and fire roasted, comes with a little nutcracker to crack the shells.

9. Frozen Heart: Blue Curaçao, Peppermint Syrup, Marshmallow Cream, luster dust,Blueberry Vodka, Vanilla bourbon,blended with ice and served in a Coupe glass with whipped cream, blue glitter and gummy snowflakes.

[fioredistella]

Iceland loves Christmas, he usually spreads it at home on his own with his pets, but later on he does go visit his brother and the other Noridics who all exchange gifts. His favourite thing to get for Christmas are books and books are a popular present in Iceland for Christmas generally. He also makes sure to get at least one item of new clothing as it's Christmas folklore that you must reduce an item of new clothing or else the Yule Cat, a huge black cat owned by the troll woman Gryla, will eat you. Norway also comes to visit him as well around the time the Christmas tree from Oslo to Reykjavik arrives. The tree is called the Osloarte and is a sign of friendship between the two nations. 

[allhallowsthemepark]

During Christmas there’s hot chocolate but it’s green and has eyeball shaped marshmallows. Also purple eggnog, limited to one per guest of course. The Yule lads could show up to cause some mischief while Gryla and the Yule cat go to County Drakul to visit an old friend.

I guess? We're wandering off the mission statement here...

[chenanigans-draws]

One of my PCs I'm playing in a dark fantasy Christmas/Winter campaign, Yulia the Yule Lass! She is a giant cat (Tabaxi mechanically) and a Rune Knight Fighter.

She went from a normal giant house cat to a familiar to the giantess Gryla then to a fully sapient awakened giant cat.

With becoming awakened she gained more of her personality and began seeing herself as a daughter to Gryla and Leppaludi and a sister to the Yule Lads. She ultimately began self-identifying as the "Yule Lass" to mirror her siblings.

Over time she got increasingly more curious of the small folk and decided she'd leave to find the missing king of Noel and mend the bonds of small folk/fairies with the monsters/giants. Her mom was fully against this, but you really cannot control a cat.

She has gained a bit of reputation and is thought to eat children who didn't get new clothes during the holidays. People often referred to her as the "Yule Cat" which she does not claim at all. She may or may not be presently highly wanted dead or alive right now.