Yeah all's good. Got home from work to find a frantic Mz Kemps searching for the cat. She was in tears Ben, what was I to do? I Searched the ten foots, the garage, the shed, back to the house and check under beds behind all kinds of furniture and shine torches in the shed again????? Back to the ten foot because we can't find 'The ****ing cat' anywhere. Mz Kemps is inconsolable. I'm really starting worry myself tbf. Then there it is, 'THE CAT', seemingly smiling and at the same time pleading for food.
I just asked & they'd not had one in since last week, fed it to the Friday nighters from Crewe. A proper treat for them, went home happy.