There's always one

Look what the cat found! Every year after putting away the endless Christmas decorations I usually find that there is one last bit of tinsel or a Santa hat left stranded somewhere in the house.

This year, I thought. I've cracked it. No odd strand of lametta or stray fir cone to be found anywhere.

This evening I heard the clonk, clonk of the cat batting something against the skirting board. And there it was - the one that got away. The last Christmas bauble.