House sitting

Great news.

The Mad Mother has been enlisted to house sit for a friend. This should be good. On day one she managed to lose the owner's geriatric, three stone cat. Not out in the streets. Not out in the garden. No, she managed to lose the cat somewhere between the hall and the livingroom. It's just a little house not a mansion. Cue much panic. The Mad Mother convinced herself that something supernatural had happened. I could see it in her eyes. She was two lucky horseshoes away from calling in an exorcist.

Now the property in question is a bungalow but even if it were a two storey building there is no way Jabba the Cat could go upstairs. Seriously, it looks like it has swallowed a toddler. So managing to lose this large cat on the first night was an impressive feat, even by The Mad Mother's standards.

Three quarters of an hour was spent searching for the beast which was eventually discovered in the space between a guest bed and the folding bed beneath. Jabba the Cat seemed to have taken refuge from HER. Cats are known to be smart.

The Mad Mother is to be house sitting for three weeks. Watch this space dear reader.