The secret life of cats

Maisie (left) and Fidget (right) think I don't know what they get up to while I'm at work.

In fact, I know fine well.

They leave a plentitude of hairs in the trampled down areas where they've slept the day away, having polished off their meat and biscuits, and scattered litter to the four winds.

Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat the only cat who knows where it's at...