Nose to nose & rear to rear the tabby & tortoiseshell greet each other as old friends do.

'Hey, 'Sand-Camoflaged-Lizard-Strike' (Camo for short), good to see you, you oull bugger. Just waiting to see if these folks get the idea to top up the Baileys bowl. Might have to nudge them a bit, but I have a cunning plan...'

'How's the aurochs getting along? Sure smelling tasty - roast or sausage? Don't tell me they put garlic all over it? We'll need to hold our noses, but it'll be worth it I suppose' replied Camo, settling in for a long wait.

Silently they both analysed the contents of the leather mouse which had come undone at the seams. Then studied the rabbit fur toy.

'I bet it squeaks' Camo declared, and dozed off in the warmth from the nearby fire.

Leonetta the nameless Tabby sidled up to the bar, leapt & tentatively sniffed at the puddle of Guiness which just happened to be pillowing the Drunk's head.