Haggis put her paws at risk while helping me cut out hose... she was batting at the scissors as I cut.
Here she's helping Robert play Civ - she'd raced to his lap and leapt into place to plonk herself over his arm.
Here the mighty ham hunter tracks the movement of ham from the fridge to the chopping board.
Ham appears to be the path to Haggis' heart. She's interested in all our food, but ham gains the keenest appreciation and attention.
Robert had bought a 3kg section of cured ham, and we've been knawing it down over a couple of weeks, taking some of it to the Oxford scriptorium. Ever since, Haggis has been checking out the fridge at every opening.
Here she's keeping an eye on the cook as he chops up the last of it for stir fry.