Publisher's Synopsis
Merry Christmas. Sir Claws at your service. I am a very old magic cat with some stories to tell. I know you. Santa shows me the nice list and you're right up near the top. I ride with him every Christmas Eve and help him navigate, as I did during his early life as a holy man. He has terrible night vision; don't tell, it's a secret. Between our annual world tours, I carry out special errands, some of which are depicted here. Then there are the descendants of a certain London banker who give me no end of trouble.
