Claimed at Christmas. Club Ink, #4

Life starts at forty? Biggest lie ever told. Leisha here-AKA crazy cat lady-resigned to live out my dotage with said felines. Okay, dotage might be pushing it a little, but, you know, sliding down the wrong side of forty is not the fun it's cracked up to be. Until I'm drafted in to help out at Santa's grotto, and then, well, crazy doesn't come close. This new Santa is decidedly odd. Who ever heard of the man in the red suit not granting wishes? Still, when in Rome and all that.Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think my wish for two Doms would be granted.
However, when my two rescue cats magically transform into drop-dead gorgeous hunks come Christmas morning, we're all in for one hell of a ride. But the problem with magic is . can it last?