8 out of 10 cats . . .

Phew! Busy day today and no sooner am I in the door than these three are weaving themselves round my legs and meowing pitifully, demanding to be fed.

The fact that there are carrier bags of food to put away, frozen stuff to get into the freezer, hens to feed and shut in for the night, a meal to get into the oven, a sherry to be poured and downed in one and all the while Ollie leaping up at me, bringing me all his toys and bones, covering me with wet kisses and acting as if I've been away for a week, counts for nothing. They need feeding and they will continue to meow in a demanding, incessant way until three plates of food are put in front of them!

Then I can concentrate on the rest of what needs doing before husband comes home. Good job I only work part time!