My cats are bad. Clever, but bad. Overnight they have pulled a pouch of cat food out of the box and gnawed their little kitty way to the meat. Rascal tried to hide the evidence and Shnarf just acted innocent. I don't know which one of them to blame and now they are both pretending that they can't talk.
As if that wasn't bad enough, a bunch of young townies just tried to kick our next door neighbours' front door in. The neighbours, who just happen to be Matt's cousin and her boyfriend, couldn't get out of their house because all the kicking had broken the Yale lock. Since Christmas the downstairs window has been smashed, two cars have been broken into, two cars have been dented by being jumped on, one car door handle has been snapped off and this is the second time that the doors have taken a good kicking. If we had CCTV, like the other inner city streets, I don't think we'd get so much trouble. Hmmm, I feel a strongly worded letter may be needed! (*sound of scraping as the soap box is dragged out from underneath the desk*)
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