Fie! Fie! batten the hatches, run for your very...

lives cats.
My sister, the eldest one, has just called me in a bit of a panic. I am to mind her chldren while she gets her hair done. The original babysitter-her delightful mother-in-law-has woken up ill and her delightful husband is away playing golf, Etheline is no where to be found-ooohhh she's so clever that one- and no one in their right mind would ask my mother at this late notice because they would never hear the end of it. My brother and his wife are also out because she claims she doesn't know Grace well enough to 'land the kids on her'.
So she's coming here with them.
I must jump in the shower now and plan my morning around my charges. Will 'Hide and no seek' be as successful this time round? And yes it's hide and 'no seek' The first one decided that's what it is called years ago and so that is what it remains.
What of the baby? Last time I had her the only game she liked was that I put something on my head let it fall off and then pretend I didn't know where it was and twirl about going 'What? What? I don't see it.' Where upon she would fling her head back and howl with laughter.
And then there is the boy.
He will immediately search out the cats-who will be huffled under the bed, yes huffled. He might catch the old one, but it's as if he senses that there is no sport in that,(he is right of course, a Lincoln Rhyme could catch the old one) no no, my nephew-the big game hunter- sets his sights on a higher prize, not the biggest of the cats- oh no, but the smallest one, the one-eyed nervous nelly, the one with the sickle like claws and needle point teeth, the one my vet likes to knock out before handling, yes that one.
Do I have time for another trip to the hospital for a tetenus shot? No, I bloody don't! Sponge Bob Squarepants, he will be my ally. But I shall put the hospital on speed dail none the less.
Let the games begin.