So I walked Buddy this morning, on the way back as we were walking down the road (Buddy being carried because he is attempting to eat very scrap of food left on the road on the way -often successfully- including marshmallows ) I see Basil and Marmaduke dashing around a small 'construction site' opposite the house which is unusual because I live along a long row of terraced houses so they never come out the front, so I let them in.

I went out for 20 minutes to post a parcel and buy some milk...leaving in the house, max, marmaduke, buddy and basil.

When I got back the cats have managed to rip open a box of cat treats (tightly sealed) and Buddy has eaten AN ENTIRE STICK OF ROCK!!!!! which the cats must have knocked to the floor.

Currently all 4 of them are haring around the house, despite the doors and windows being open in the hope they'll bog off into the garden. Buddy looks very pleased with himself with pink stains around his mouth