Chapter 2: Morning
It was the blood-curdling screams that woke us up. The sun was shining through the dusty window; the birds were chirping happily away. With the first scream both cats were on their feet, well, on their claws really, one on my head and one on Duncan’s. I sat straight up, almost throwing cat number one across the room. Duncan fell off the bed, almost squashing cat number two. The screams continued and then turned into cursing. I knew that voice; it was my sister’s, and I could imagine the stifled laughter of Robert. I hope they hadn’t brought the kids. All I could picture was the disaster of the kitchen, and the assorted piles of cat barf decorating the floors.
As soon as I calmed down enough to speak, I patted the cat on my head, and stroked Duncan’s face with my other
