Smoking, dusty & slightly sing-ed the Stray falls off the mantelpiece & meanders back to the safety of the tree.

'Camo, y'oull bugger, come and give us a bit of a bed-bath... things are hotting up out there & some 'as got their weapons out. Be quick, must look our best in case of journalists....'

'Ooooh, loads more pressies under here, whch one shall we rip to bits first?'