I mean... It's a good job that I don't have any whiskers to speak of (that's a rex thing - ask Boogey), because if I did, I'd have to say that the 2-foots were getting on my whiskers! I've had ENOUGH! The one with the fur on the top of her head has been at home ALL DAY! stamping about, using the vacuum monster and EVERYTHING. Basically, we have not had a wink of sleep ALL DAY. Well as far as I am concerned that is simply unacceptable, so... After consulting with Millie I have (with her blessing) decided to impose the most severe punishment on them that I can - I am sending them to the pub!!! I can just imagine what state they will be in when they get home after being forced to drink that revolting brown liquid and whine. They will be staggering about and tommorow they will have headaches, WELL IT SERVES THEM RIGHT THAT'S WHAT I SAY!!! That will teach them to interrupt our beuty sleep!