Susan pushed open the door into the kitchen.
Cats of every size and colour covered every surface. Hundreds of eyes swivelled to watch her.
It was Mrs Gammage all over again, she thought. The old woman was a regular in Biers for the company and was quite gaga, and one of the symptoms of those going completely yoyo was that they broke out in chronic cats. Usually cats who’d mastered every detail of feline existence except the whereabouts of the dirt box.