And who are you?

Is what I feel sure this old ginger tom was saying to me when I dropped in on his owner to pick up two lovely bags of Christmas veggies he has put aside for me and my boss at work - he (our client) being a market gardener of long standing and a perfectly wonderful old character has given us huge sticks of sprouts on stalks, big fat parsnips, carrots, turnip and swede, and lovely looking potatoes (perfect for roasting in goose fat), and a caulie each. I gave him a doz fresh brown eggs from my boss's chickens - possibly not a particularly fair exchange??

As I left the ginger tom gave me a look full of contempt and then sprayed on my car - little darling!