My possessions aren’t as safe as they used to be. Pants, computer wire, fingers, socks, lamp, belt, earrings, jumpers and bags are searched for (in that order) and viciously attacked by tiny little teeth and claws. While this might bring great fulfilment to the two resident kittens it can get a bit much at times. This morning I found a new white hair. Yesterday there was a close call: I walked into the lounge just in time to see the sleeve of my white cardigan disappearing under the sofa accompanied by the soft sound of jubilant grunts. A sharp mind is required to keep on top of the constant onslaught. Top tip: distraction techniques. The less sophisticated the better. So when we tied an old ragged string – the edge of a faded tea towel – to the back of the wooden chair we gained an unusually long respite. With concentrated determination the battle of the string began.
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