One of the many charms of Coneysthorpe are the old doors. We have been keeping the cats confined to three rooms whilst builders complete one end of the house renovations. Early this morning, I didn't quite pull the living room door closed properly. The next thing I heard was three cats thundering down the very long wooden floored hallway. Honestly, it sounded like the Australian Light Horse taking Beersheva! All three escapees are now in the living room again, plotting the next foray.