Limes under the sofa

So, here I am two weeks into my temporary job and feeling for the first time that I can come up for air. It's been difficult for lots of reasons, not least because I'm still doing my original job in the evenings too. I've found it hard to switch off, my mind has been racing and that's stopped me from sleeping, but over the last couple of evenings I've gone whole hours without thinking about work...a big step forward. When I just had the one job I was lucky enough that it afforded me time to sort out all the mundane house stuff as well. With both of us working full time we've had to make some changes, one of them being we had to do something about the cats being locked up all day, getting bored and trashing the house. (The first thing we do when we get home from work is re-make the bed that was perfectly made when we left the house that morning, collect the limes from under the sofa, put the chocolate wrappers back in the bin etc, etc...) We decided the answer was a simple catflap. Unfortunately the catflap idea coincided with our new neighbours arriving with a kitten, Jay. Jay? What a stupid name for a cat, so we renamed him Colin Con Cojones. Colin and Trevor have hit it off big time, I think Colin sees Trev as a bit of local totty and Trev just thinks colin is a big dolly to play with. The day the catflap was installed we got home expecting to find our cats happy and liberated. Wrong. What we found was our cats sitting outside looking through the catflap as if to say "what exactly am I supposed to do with this, and who's going to hold it open for me anyway?" Inside the house was Colin looking fat and happy on the sofa and two empty food bowls. Now...what was plan B?