Under the tree Camo the aging Tom Cat eyes up LTS, all female & much more of a challenge than the Chameleons. He nudges the RabbitFur Toy with the Squeak inside over to her hand & she instinctively strokes it while snoring rythmically. Rolling up his metaphorical sleeves he sets himself to licking all the Baileys off her face before it congeals... She begins to purr..

Having successfully avoided the Morris Mens synchopated perambulations, the Tabby has reached the vantage point of the Mantelpiece & is determinedly checking out MMario's dip selection.

She hears strange muffled curses coming through the wall behind her. The odd word came through quite clearly, LET GO, SLIPPERY WHIPS, BORIS, LEATHER MOUSE, EPIPHONE, CRY HAVOC, OMIGOD.....

The thin scruffy man lands with a thud & a Yelp as the flames from the fireplace set light to his nethers. Panic ensues as Mudcatters scatter. The current SPEWED line-up holds an Emergency Committee & breaks open a bottle of Baileys to restore order.

The Stranger with the Silvertone breaks off in mid-bar, grabs the Soda Syphon & drenches the latest arrival with Sloe Gin. The resultant WHOOSH denudes all previously Whiskered faces within a 5 yard radius.

The Cat sniffs the air & thinks 'Is that Wild Mountain Thyme on the Barbie or is someone smoking CatNip?'