So go on, ask me. ‘Dear, dear Tuffy. Why was your Christmas so horrible?’
Well. I couldn’t climb the tree.
I couldn’t touch the dangly decorations.
And Ellie made me part of her sing-along Christmas performance.
Horrible, horrible, horrible!
But I showed them. I was Tuffy the Acting Cat, superstar. How was I supposed to know things would get so . . . messy?
