Ohna, Apoa and Kiloh are off camping this weekend while I stay at home to do a big pile of external examining and to try to keep on top of the cat piss which the kittens are trying to flood the kitchen with.

I just spent half an hour panicking when I popped into the kitchen to find only three kittens instead of four. After searching most places I could think of and speculating about various possibilities (Sparks is pretty nimble - could he have actually jumped out through the cat flap?) I put my hand to the back of a shelf full of jigsaws and felt something fluffy.

The experience reminded me of when Apoa was 2 and she ran away in Selfridges, in a huff because we wouldn't buy her one of those little coloured plastic things you put on yale keys. We eventually found her hiding behind a tv.

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