When my cunning plot had had the desired effect and he was sufficiently concerned for my welfare, I turned this shameful situation to my own advantage and took the house over completely for my own.

I got my sage smudge stikk out first, mm and smudged all the whiffy doggy vibes out and managed to find a nice rug and a camping stove to make it all homely.  Jake helped me to lug my bed out from the main house on Fishsoup Lane, Trout Town, and with the wonderful aroma of my catnip incense smouldering away, my cat house was feeling all nice and homely. 

In due course, I got onto the gas people and arranged myself my own private account to ensure continuous supplies for my camping stove. One must never be without supplies of tea. The gas company let me pay for my supply in cat biscuits which saved all the bother of fiddling around with currency conversions.

At that point my Mum decided I could come out, but as you can well imagine, I didn’t want to by then – she’s made her bed and she shall have to lie in it, mm. *pursed lips and folded paws* . I just pointedly said that Jake could come and visit me if he wonted to. * giggles *

Until I managed to connect up to the electricity supply to power my puter, Pûnkass had to peddle a bicycle to power the house, but he can rest easy now I have my supply.

Future plans for my exquisite home now I have re-painted it to my desired shade,  include a colour matching garden fence so that I can sit on it in the sunshine with all of my friends and gossip and drink tea, mm. This fence will provide a splendid backdrop for my superb catnip topiary plant of Pûnkass that I so cleverly fashioned out of my love for him, with the help of Jojo and her beak. I must get myself a clip-on beak, they seem to be such a handy thing to have, mm.