Hamlet, ‘Hammy boy ham yams’ to friends, enjoys napping on any flat surface between trips outside; where his heavy curtain-pole of a tail corkscrews wildly behind his blundering bottom.

This lack of appendage control has landed Hamlet with the responsibilities of a reluctant father with nowhere to run.

Cornered, sleepy, exhausted after literally minutes of being awake, Hamlet is finally caught and pounced upon by his children: Molly, Bella, Amber, Sproglet, and Avalanche