This is our purrison cell when it is not a purrison. The carpet gets rolled back so the car can live in here again. Dad left the garden lounger in here and we like to come in and nap on it. Mum says it is good that we like to still go in here so then we don't mind when we get locked in. The Beans haven't got a clue about the wild parties we have in here when they are off gallivanting.
Eric: I overheard dad say that he has to put our outdoor run back against the garage wall for us again and that the carpet has to be unrolled. I suppose that means we will be deserted again while the Beans go cruisin' the Mediterranean. That means no blogging for 2 weeks. You know what else it means don't you.
Everyone is invited. We will have all our toys and cat trees in here. Nip, valerian root, treats mousies and lots of stinky goodness. Don't worry about the mess, we will get Holiday Auntie to clear up after us.