Nell: If that’s another Merry Dog at the front door tell it to go away.
Me: But it’s wearing a feathered hat.
Nell: Good grief.
Me: It says it always wanted to be in a pantomime and when it read about Robin Woof it had to come here.
Nell: I told David not to do that interview with the Daily Growl.
Me: But it’s raining and it’s getting awfully wet.
Nell: Send it into the kitchen for tea and shortbread with the others then. Malcolm just made a fresh batch.
Me: Malcolm wears his crown all the time now.
Nell: Mutley is the same with his false tummy. It keeps him warm.
Me: We need to warn The Cat about the growing number of Merry Dogs.
Nell: I would advise you to steer clear at the moment. There was a falling out with Gladys over Harriet’s costume.
Me: She’s playing Will Scarlet so it should be a simple tunic.
Nell: We are talking about The Cat here. Simple is not part of its vocabulary.
Me: No. So what is the costume?
Nell: A sequinned jumpsuit in vivid scarlet with a matching hat and feather boa.
Me: Not something an outlaw would normally wear.
Nell: No.
Me: On the other hand it is a pantomime, Nell,
Nell: True and Gladys is usually partial to a feather boa.
Me: Yes.
Nell: Well, I’m sure Charlie will sort it out.
Me: Charlie?
Nell: Yes. He’s agreed to help Gladys.
Me: He’ll be wonderful at smoothing ruffled feathers. See what I did there?
Nell: What on earth is a rabbit doing at the front door? Please don’t tell me it’s wearing a feathered hat.
Me: It is and it looks ever so merry.
Nell: But it isn’t even a dog.
Me: I know. Sorry.
