Curled up under the wing of a kind Duck, the stray Tabby purrs gently following her dainty scoffing of extinct & mythological steaks provided by our miraculous Chef.

Perhaps the bowl of Baileys that some kindly Catter had placed under the harnessed tree had something to do with her contentment. It had taken such a long time to groom all the jello off her fur...

However, the nose is a-twitching & so are the paws. She senses that something is about to happen....