I popped upstairs just for a moment.... and when I came back into the kitchen minutes later, it was just as if the lasagne I had made had been dropped kicked across the worktop, tiles, the top of the cooker and it's glass cover, Ginnie's 3 fleeces on top of her bed ... the walls and the kitchen carpet....and Cobi had that look on her face, and was smacking her lips, I knew it was her as it was all over her....and Ginnie had quickly come upstairs to find me to tell me something was going on I should know about (it was at the back of the worktop, probably in the same place as those chicken thighs that were 'stolen' on Sunday afternoon and in a 10inch square, sillicone dish, it wasn't hot or heavy so it didn't hurt her when it landed on her)
OUT, OUT, there she sat in the snow whilst I 'bisselled' the carpet, I then let her in and cruelly banished her to her basket, and then set about cleaning the walls etc., and when it was feeding time, Ginnie got her normal portion, and Cobi barely an eighth of that and then she didn't eat it!!!!! She will probably 'pooh' for England for the next couple of days
But we still love the little cherrubs.