Well this little expedition to Milan caused somewhat of a ruckus. Mr O and I had decided to go on a day-trip to Milan as he wanted to buy some nice clothes to impress Miss Casey Metal Mistress that weekend; Mr O was quite happily gay thank you very much before Miss Casey turned his head. He got a nice bandana witch I thought brought out the colour of his eyes, mm.

We soon got bored of shopping and decided to hit the supermarkets as we’d heard rumours of their bountiful varieties of cat nips but it all looked like lavender to me until I sniffed it and there were tell tale dribbles all over the supermarket as I pushed our loaded trolley around.

However, I can’t say I was that impressed with what they had to offer, neither in price nor quality and I would advise any English kitty to just stick to their local store rather than spending vast quantities on air fare to see if they can get a better deal.

We were rather unsure as to this so called declaration palaver process on our return journey. We opted for the nothing to declare approach and O knowing about these things decided that it would be best if I just looked straight ahead and that way we wouldn't attract any attention. 

At one point someone stopped me to ask me about my beautiful apron, that was a heart-stopping moment but I just grimaced politely and thought it best not to try and ncrease merchandise sales otherwise we'd never get away.

Well we arrived home for tea on time, which was fortunate, and sampled a little of the nip, which was rather nice as it always is, but nothing out of the ordinary I wouldn't say, no.

When I saw what was splashed all over the drattid newspapers the next day, well! And that's not the end of the story there, no, I ended up having to seek shelter at the Muffins Ford Clinic, mm.