Another Christmas. I’m old and sensible now, and don’t get so carried away as I did in my youth, so no humiliating encounters with waste bins or cheese. Santa Paws did his customary stocking stuff, very acceptable – several bones, a pig’s ear and a soft festive puppy to be ripped to shreds. And there was lots of that snowy stuff that sets my fur off to such good effect. The Aidan took this picture – I’m thinking of making him my official paparazzo.
