GOT PAST...
Fluffy is going to be eaten. at some stage. for certain. just don't know when yet. so I thought I would share with you the joy of getting past Christmas without him/her=it being put in the pot.
I am now stearing clear of the back of the house, where the logs are stocked and where it finds shelter from the cold. I am in fact pretending it never existed.
Luckily, I only saw it in my dreams...
Buon appetito!