So we moved house this week and it was pretty stressful, both for us humans and the two furballs that hid behind the bed in our spare room all day.
After getting in all the boxes and furniture we decided to make the bedroom nice so we could at least get a good rest before unpacking the following day. The previous family had a dog so we shampoo'd the wet dog smell from the bedroom carpet, gave everything a good clean and put on fresh white sheets onto the bed.
After a quick shower, I opened the door to the spare bedroom so the boys could explore the house in their own time and Heather and I hit the sack. We left the bedroom door open in case they wanted us in the night and settled in.
As always, I woke around 2am and found Sherlcok asleep in the crook of my arm with his chin resting on my arm. I fell aslepp again.
In the morning we woke to what I can only describe as a scene from Pompeii, just after the Vesuveus eruption. There was soot everywhere! Our newly shampoo'd carpets, out crisp white sheets, the furniture and walls!
I turned to Heather to ask what had happened and she pointed at Sherlock, half laughing, half ready to explode.
As he raised his head to look at me with an impression on his face that said; "What's going on Dad?" he left a black, Sherlock shaped impression on my arm. Our otherwise white chested tabby was charcoal grey from nose to tail!
I asked if he had got up the chimney in the night and was met with an expression that seemed to say; "Me? No, it wasn't me!"
Day two in the house was equally as stressfull with both boys receiving a bath before we got to work cleaning. Our carpets are smelling wonderful now though!
Don't you just love cats?
