We went away for a week’s holiday over Easter and, being the gullible fools we are, we left the family cat in the care of the next-door neighbour.
Now, I recently fitted a new ‘outer’ back door to the back porch, which, being a modern UPVC thing, has a lovely bit of embossing on the lower half. This means that unless I’m as skilled as the guys that built the Channel Tunnel, there’s no way I can fit a cat-flap. Of course, even if I was able to accurately cut through what amounts 6 inches of plastic, no-one makes a cat flap that’d fit it anyway.
I know this because I’ve already wasted 3 hours in Pet City, looking through the various cat flaps, dog flaps, small pet flaps and monkey flaps, none of which are designed for, or fit, a dirty great modern UPVC door.
Anyway, the upshot of all this is that we don’t have a cat flap in the outer door. The cat goes all night anyway and I’m usually home during the day so he can come and go as he pleases This isn’t a problem… well, it isn’t a problem until you go on holiday…
Now, I left quite clear and explicit instructions for the neighbours, written down on a piece of paper and left with the cat food. I even got them round, showed them where the cat food is, showed them where everything is and told them that ALL the need to do is feed the cat…. nothing else… absolutely NOTHING else… just feed the cat. He doesn’t drink tap water, so don’t bother… and don’t give him milk as it doesn’t agree with him… just feed him.
I explained that due to a lack of cat flap, the outer door would be open, so the cat can come and go as he pleases. I underlined that all they need to do is feed the cat. Once a day. Feed. The. Cat.
Are you all following this?
So, we go off for a week’s holiday and come back, tired and worn out after a week of activities that saw me and the family spending so much time in the swimming pool that we’d nearly grown flippers. All we we’re looking forward to was to have a nice cuppa and put our feet up. So what happened when we got home?
Devastation… pure and utter devastation. Of the highest order.
The first sign of trouble was when we opened the outer back door, which, I had told the neighbours, should be left open as we had no outer cat flap. Why was the back door shut? With a sinking heart, I looked through the locked inner door and saw the mess… but it wasn’t until I opened the door that the smell hit us.
It’s impossible to describe and, to be honest, the mess was too disgusting to write about here, but let’s just say that what our house had been turned into is easily reproduced if you shut a cat indoors for a week…. which is exactly what our neighbours had done.
Said ‘helpful’ neighbour popped his head in the door just as my wife and I were still reeling from the shock of what had happened. He very helpfully explained that trhey were worried the cat would run off and so, checking that we’d locked up properly just after we left, they shut the back door… locking the poor cat in the house.
Of course, his litter tray was inside, where they couldn’t get to it, so it couldn’t have been long until he couldn’t use that anymore… which is when he started on the plant pots… then the newspapers on the armchair, then the holiday brochures on the floor by the filing cabinet… finishing with a little present on the dining room table on some of my paperwork…
But it must have been at this point that my neighbours, being the kindly souls they are, saw it fit to give the poor animal milk. This has the same effect on the cat as Mr Muscle drain cleaner has on my sink… so our ginger tomcat just went crazy… everywhere.
The last straw came when, as we were cleaning up, we realised that the stains and the smell just weren’t going to shift… so one frantic weekend later and we now have a nice new laminated living room, having ditched roughly £300 worth of carpet.
Of course, there are upsides, in that the TV can’t settle it’s castors in the carpet, making it near on impossible to move, and the lounge seems bigger, but the downside is a set of knees that creak and click everytime I move and an unshakeable dislike of my well-meaning but thick as mud neighbours…