The Airport

Today I came downstairs to find the cats congregated in the hallway.

“What’s going on?” I asked with suspicion.

“We require a lift to Heathrow airport,” Smudge told me.

“No,” I said simply. Then I noticed something. “Where’s Tizer?”

“He has gone ahead of us,” Sheba replied.

“Oh for goodness sake!” I said, “It’ll take me three hours to get there.” The amount of havoc the cat could cause in that time was not worth thinking about.

I went to get my coat.

“Ah good, we are leaving already,” the cats said.

“No, I’M leaving,” I told them. “I’ll be back this evening. And no using the phone while I’m gone.”