Mike came round yesterday. Schnookems and Dookems came from him, and they were busily showing Mike how they get their food – ie squeeking at the top of their voices, when Mike told us that his cats do the same – until they get given sausages. His cats get a frankfurter sausage every morning. No wonder Dookems has been off pinching sausages, he was obviously genetically programmed to have a sausage quota every day. Ian has been trying to fix a lock on the fridge to keep Dookes from raiding his sausage stash.