I'm reaching the point now where the simple act of walking across the living room makes me feel like Indiana Jones in the Well of Souls...

But with cats, rather than snakes, obviously. At this rate, I'll have to use that stool like a lion-tamer just to reach the hallway.

But the good news is that Chloe's not the only one eating the kitten food...

We're now seeing regular threesomes around the tea set saucer. And with the benefit of natural light, I've shot a slightly better video...


That's Amelie slagging off her friends in the background. I'm hoping the laws of slander don't apply to three-year-olds.

Anyhoo, I'd love to write more, but sadly I've just spent the past hour on my hands and knees, trying to get vast quantities of vomit out of the carpet. So my evening's a little behind schedule. I'll be back tomorrow to reveal the source of the sickness. And whether they're human or feline.