Today I shall mostly be going bowling....
10.30 am: a phone call floods in. "You can have the two cats you wanted now." Apparently op recuperation time is negotiable when they're stuffed for space. But there's more: "and we've found Cobnut's mum and siblings"
"So he has to come back now"
11.30 am: phone rings again. "Did you really say you were mental enough to have 3 cats" Yes. "Well lets see how it works out"
So off soon to get Cobnut two partners in crime. We are mental.