SPLAT - and the Catters surrounding the tree were glooped with fresh Baileys. Both Cats had belly-flopped in perfect harmony from the top of the tree into the waiting bowl below. Landing on all paws they survey the shambolic scene and decide on who to clean up first.

'Hope someone tells MMario not to pluck the Small Bird of Prey when it finally turns up - it's a hunter, not the hunted'!

The ethereal Druidess prepares a manger in readiness for the 'Babe-to-Be' & the RFC members & Morris sides start taking bets on the sex of the awaited MudKitten.