4 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

Orlando really hated this cat. He was becoming more and more convinced of its nature as an irredeemable force of unspeakable evil.

He glanced ruefully at the fallen tree, the pine needles scattered as expansively as imaginable. He really wasn't at all sure how they'd managed to make it across the hall into the kitchen.

The star lay amongst several shattered baubles. One of the presents was on a critical list.

And the stupid bloody feline just sat there and looked excessively self-satisfied. Cats were definitely not supposed to climb trees once they were already bejewelled with fully colour-coordinated decorations.