Starbert Angered

In a strange kind of way, I'm going to be happy when the Christmas decorations come down tomorrow.

The bottom layer of tinsel is half-hanging off the Christmas tree; a lone bauble sits on the shelf, recently separated from its – now absent – hook; and Starbert looks most unimpressed with it all.

The latest installment has been an over-eager ferret trying to climb the window lights. With 'hilarious' consequences.

At this rate, everything's going to be shielded with perspex next year.

Starbert looks sadly on at the scene of Christmas-themed devastation before him

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Bombardment!

The ferrets keep attacking the Christmas tree. It seems that I forgot the ultimate rule:

If they can see it, it's theirs.

It's now that desperate that I have to remove the bottom layer of tinsel whenever they come inside as a preventative measure, and then remain on careful guard for diversionary tactics.

I've already had one of them hotfoot it across the room with a silver bauble in his teeth whilst the other tried to eat one of my fluffy white stars.

Starbert regards it all with mild disdain

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