Santa Claws

Today my other cat, Bunty (the naughty one) insisted that she be the subject of the day's blip, whinging that Rogue gets all the limelight, leaving her to languish in the shadows. Honestly, it's like being on the set of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?

So I decided to blip her prowling about our rather unimpressive plastic weed of a tree, looking decidedly disturbed by Santa hanging by a branch, as if suffering some terrible reindeer mutiny...