How The Kittens Got On...

There was a somewhat anxious comment on a previous post asking what would happen to the kittens during my visit to Ampleforth.

I have to confess to being a little unsure how they would react to my absence. I had arranged for my neighbour to come in and feed them, and had left instructions as to changing of the litter tray, and how to ensure that Monsignor Furretti didn't eat all Monsignor Miaowrini's food. I knew that she would make a fuss of them, and would spend a bit of time playing with them, so I had no worries on that score. I just wondered whether the kittens would ever forgive me for abandoning them...

...another commenter had speculated as to the likelihood of "presents" being left in strategic positions - finding a hairball (or worse) in one's shoe can be most unpleasant...

Hooligan? Moi...?

On my return, the two kittens greeted me at the door. They were purring and affectionate. It was probably guilt. My neighbour had left me a note...

Dear Mac,

Thank you for the bottle of wine you left. I needed it. Your kittens are right little hooligans. They knocked over the hoover and dragged the attachment hose over to the door, so I nearly couldn't get in. They also chucked stuff off your bookcase. The chair in your bedroom was knocked over. I've tried to put everything back. They also chewed your mail.

The kittens didn't eat the Whiskas wet catfood, or the Felix, but they did eat the biscuits, and, although you said you didn't want them to have too many of the biscuits, because I was worried by them not eating the wet food, I gave in and fed them all the biscuits. Sorry.

I also had to give Miaowrini a wash under the tap, because she tried to jump onto the top of the washing machine and missed, and landed on top of the swing bin, and, although there wasn't much in the bin, it was a bit smelly...
Hope you had a nice time...

I have no idea what happened to the chair...