So go on, ask me. ‘Dear, dear Tuffy. Why was your Christmas so horrible?’Well. I couldn’t climb the tree.I couldn’t touch the dangly decorations.And Ellie made me part of her sing-along Christmas performance.Horrible, horrible, horrible!But I showed them. I was Tuffy the Acting Cat, superstar. How was I supposed to know things would get so . . . messy?
