Me: It’s a bit of a windy Thursday today, isn’t it?
Nell: I told David not to eat those Brussel sprouts.
Me: No. Outside.
Nell: I see. Yes. The llamas couldn’t keep their hats on during Gliding with Gladys. Although, top hats are not suitable attire for gliding in any kind of weather, if you ask me.
Me: I have to agree. Why are the puppies begging for food? Didn’t they have any breakfast?
Nell: They’re not begging. They’re showing Interest and Concern.
Me: If you say so.
Nell: Herr Hoffmann wanted volunteers to try his cheese straws.
Me: Did he really?
Nell: That’s what they told me.
Me: I’m surprised you’re not there with them.
Nell: I’ve already tried some. The Cat and I had a couple with our cocktails on Boxing Day.
Me: Cocktails?
Nell: It’s the American way.
Me: I know, but we’re in Devon.
Nell: Bumper is from the US and so is Babycakes Gillespie.
Me: Were they invited?
Nell: No. It was mainly cats, large and small.
Me: You went to Cat Cocktails?
Nell: Lionel asked me.
Me: You have to be joking.
Nell: I am not. Lionel is a friend.
Me: He is a bad animal. I don’t know what The Cat was thinking.
Nell: Cat Cocktails is a tradition at Christmas and The Cat always hosts it. Beauregard and Mrs King were there.
Me: They can’t have been pleased to see Lionel.
Nell: They see him all the time when he comes to visit Roary. Do keep up.
Me: Was it a stylish affair?
Nell: Nobody is having an affair.
Me: I meant the Cat Cocktails.
Nell: The Cat insisted on Santa hats this year for some reason.
Me: Christmas Cat Cocktails with Santa Claws. Whatever next?
Nell: Stop being silly.
Me: Sorry.
