So this escalated rather quickly.

Tonight it is Dame Barbara’s turn to make trouble. Mrs Slocombe has to resort to her classic tactic of sitting on her sister in absolute disgust.

WWF smackdown for no good reason.

Woken up by this at 4am. They went back to sleep. I, however, could not. Thanks.

We prefer a more formal mode of greeting in this house.

What is it about knitting that makes them so mad? Here’s Dame Barbara Cartland going to town on my knitting bag.

Dame Barbara Cartland just wanted to get in on the nap time action but Mrs Betty Slocombe had other ideas.

Dame Barbara Cartland’s harrowing of the knitting bag. One of her rare waking moments.

Mrs Slocombe will not eat her regular cat food out of the open bag offered (she is still unaware they are not Dreamies!) and insists on being hand fed. She is however, learning to shake a paw! Dame Barbara doesn’t understand anything at all. 🙄