Christmas was fast approaching and Hippie who charged through the house like a whirling dervish, was fascinated by only one trinket on the tree ? she would run into the lounge and leaving the tree still standing, remove the small felt ?Harrods? stocking which had been bought by my daughter on a recent trip to London. Very carefully Hippie would unhook it and carry it off to her bed. The presents under the tree held little fascination, she only had to be checked a couple of times.
The other big love of her life was a big black and white stuffed cat toy, almost life size with a warming pad inside. It was Max?s of course but as he rarely lay on it ? it stayed on his radiator bed.
Not for long.
Hippie?s daily task was to remove it and put it in her bed at every available opportunity. Even when it had just been taken back she would be there picking it up and taking it out again. She didn?t rip it up ? but then she never really had time.