'Oh, so it's a Wildebeast now, eh? Still smells like roasting meat to me... wonder how much longer it's got to go? Why spoil a good roast with garlic? It's a vegetable isn't it? The hor's d'euvrs (??) were excellent though, & Baileys, well, a cat could get used to that stuff. Any more there LTS? Just pass it along under the table, there's a good lass.'

The leather mouse makes a desperate bit for freedom, but she's onto it in a flash, throwing it into the air, catching it, throwing it again and.... Oops, she's out in the open & there's all these people around. Freezing into place, she calmly sits & starts to wash her whiskers - she wasn't playing at all, doesn't do that sort of thing of course.

'Now where's that lovely Fairy gone from the top of the tree? Perhaps her magic wand could make me understand these humans... Naah, probably not. They sure are good with their fingers making all that music from all those instruments! Us cats have only got our voices & humans only understand the purring bit.....'