Grey and Neve were upstairs this morning running back and forth and squealing with glee.
As I went upstairs Raleigh, my big gray cat, streaked down the stairs as if his life depended on it.
"What are you guys DOING?" I asked.
"Finding Raleigh and Sminky!" they answered.
I looked at Sminky, trapped behind a lamp on Larry's desk. She was not amused.
"See Mimi, Sminky's talking to us!!" Neve said excitedly.
Oh, she was talking alright.
I have personally never heard a cat hiss so loudly.