Merde, merde and thrice merde: I gave the Sureflap a good clean the weekend before Louis Catorze’s birthday and even programmed it to re-memorise him, but it’s still been failing to let him in when needed. When I sat by the door and observed the latch as Catorze tried to pass through, I noticed that it wasn’t moving.
Me: “So there definitely is a problem with the Sureflap. And all this time you thought it was just him being a shite.”
Cat Daddy, without looking up from his phone: “He is a shite, though.”
Good point, well made.
Anyway, we have a new Sureflap, but Raf the builder glued in the existing one so firmly that we can’t get it out. So we’ve messaged him and asked him to provide a quote for fitting the new one, and we hope he is able to respond before Donnie figures out that he can follow his cher ami through.
Incidentally, Cat Daddy has now started calling him Donnie, too. Sometimes he forgets and calls him Danny, but that also works. (Younger followers: ask your mums.)
So now we have to wait to hear from Raf the builder, and we fear that it might take some time. Will Donnie beat him to it?