In the Tuesday morning rush-to-school: the door to the cupboard under the stairs was briefly left open. On seeing this I knew straight away what was likely to happen & extracted Marley from his exploration of the toolboxes, paint tins, shopping bags etc. But where was Tommy? A little meow confirmed my worst fear: Tommy had clearly found the small entrance to the under-floor space (about 2 ft high). Once all the cupboard items had been emptied, & I could crawl in and take up a few more boards - more pitiful meowing. So I called to him, the meowing got closer & he stood looking up at me, a liberal plastering of dust on his head. I reached down into the hole &, clever cat, he allowed me to pick him up. P texted to her sister: "Tommy's already lost one of his nine lives". There's lots of sleeping, running around & fighting (see video) & then ... disgrace: peed on our duvet on Saturday morning (that's Tommy watching the cover being washed for the second time in two days). We love 'em still: hilarious watching them chase each other around. And Tommy has now found his purr!
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| Sleeping on the washing |
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| Look - stripey cats |
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| Cat TV |
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| The three boys |
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| Route planning |
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