True story:
Driving home today I was more than usually eager to see the latest issue…
Opened the front door and horror of horrors – the dog was in the hall, not the kitchen, standing on the familiar grey envelope – ripped open!
Paper and plastic everywhere – a whole carrier bag full!
The Proxxon catalogue had been reduce to confetti, but incredibly the ME was within the remains of the envelope, totally unscathed.
I should not have worried, obviously a dog can tell the difference between a magazine and a cat.

Neil
P.S. I trust I will get another Proxxon cat with my MEW?