Crime And The Recession!

"What's that on the kitchen floor?" Groaned Mister when he stumbled into the kitchen this morning.
That was a couple of brownish grey ovoids splurged on the floor, the origins of which would have taken a crack team of forensic scientists many weeks of analysis to identify. Of course I'd observed the spawning of said objects during the night and knew the perpetrator. They hadn't been born in the Alien manner but more in a sort of Poirrrrot ejaculation. In true feline manner, I decided to remain a Silent Witness . Millhouse had quite suddenly plopped off the kitchen worktop, where he dozes on wet nights, and produced these mystery objects with wizard like chantings of Taggarttt Ttttaggart from his throat; certainly made me feel a bit Quincy.
Mister eyed Millhouse, the Prime Suspect, accusingly for a moment then proceeded with his usual tea making ritual; presumably while he considered how best to deal with the evidence.
"Probably the result of another Midsummer Murder," he muttered. Although, quite understandably, it's not what you want to look at first thing in the morning. After stepping around the crime scene a few times, he decided on the best means of removal while still eyeing Millhouse with lowered eyebrows.
Millhouse had the "Whaaat have I done now?" look on his face. He always assumes that look when guilty of some misdemeanour or other. I think he was more worried about whether he may have to forfeit his breakfast Morsels on the basis of a suspected bad stomach.
However, much worse was to come! As misfortune would have it, when Mister headed for the back door, with aforementioned offending articles in dustpan held aloft, he tripped over Mrs' gardening shoes, the (Cagney &) Lacey's of which, whipped themselves round his ankles. Even with the most basic understanding of Einstien's laws of time and motion, you will readily picture the natural consequence of such motion. In short, the regurgitents complete with dustpan have become part of the world's sat-nav network. Heaven knows what chaos will be caused with truck drivers becoming wedged down narrow lanes now!
Thankfully, (Dempsey & Make)peace was re-established and breakfast was served when normality had resumed.
Meantime, the weather's turned distinctly autumnal; well, let's be honest, cold and wet. As a result, Millhouse and I are, like the whole of western civilisation apparently, moving into recession. For us that means semi-hibernation.
Oh, at least the central heating's on at last albeit at some miserly low level!


Herky