'OK, so the plan is - we hold this thing with the Squeak in it hostage till it's namesake promises to serve us with Baileys & Roast Aurochs for the rest of our time' the Tabby confided.

Camo thought about this for a while & pointed out a possible loop-hole. 'They don't know what we're talking about though, how're they going to know what we want'.

'Well, we're doing pretty well so far today, that last refill of Baileys came at exactly the right time. Sure, it's spooky, but I reckon there's a guiding hand somewhere in this joint who can wave a magic wand & I'm gonna find out who it is right now!!!'

Sliding out from behind the empty bowl, the Stray tries stretching... first one paw slips, then another & she begins a slow descent back to the sawdust. 'Maybe a bit later on though...'

The Cappucin climbed carefully down from his favorite perch & gently pushed the shit-faced cat back under the tree.

The sound of purring filled the room, followed by an unmistakable 'plop' of sprout into custard.