Dirty Paws

I get the car washed for Christmas and the next day some puddy cat jumps on the bonnet, walks up the windscreen, over the roof, and down the tailgate, with paw prints all the way. Man-o-Man.

We seem to be a bit more organised this year, presents wrapped, house mostly tidy, feet up for the night, which feels good. Merry Christmas when it comes blippers!