The Marshmallow Cat

“It was just a dream!”, sighed Bullpuss, glancing over towards his companions, who had rushed in from the garden having heard the news. 

Mrs Ribby and her daughter Ruby had nearly wrecked the cat-flap in their anxious dash to support Bullpuss.

“When we went out after lunch, you were examining Old Mistress’s beautiful new velvet cushions, in their gorgeous shades of purple, bottle green and blue,” said Ruby.