This is our kitchen. Or, to be more correct, this WAS our kitchen until Monday morning; this week it has been visited by the Four Cats of the Apocalypse. Apparently all is running to plan, but excuse me if I do not invite you round for tea just now.
Do not worry about Arthur and Percy, they are guarding the sofa against apocalyptic occurrence. They have, however, admitted that this one really is not their show, and allowed the Four Cats to get on with what they do best.