The cats have got used to
having the run of the house during the day, as I am often around, and as a
result are now reluctant, when I’m going out, to be shut into their night-time
quarters (despite these having a variety of sleeping places – basket, chairs
& window ledge – as well as the necessities of water bowls and litter
trays) and this morning the black cat refused to cooperate, instigating a
search of bedrooms, but as soon as he was flushed out from under one bed he
shot off under another, making me increasingly late for setting off to work and
increasingly frantic in my attempts to corral him; by the time I had him
cornered in a bedroom cupboard I had dragged so much stuff from beneath beds
that it looked like each room had been ransacked, and even as I hauled him from
his final hiding place he completed the effect by clinging on to three or four
shoes and scattering them around the floor.
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