Today is the first time in months that I've worked from home. The first time since Murphy and Tetley have come to live with us. How please do I explain to 2 very lovely, very active, very naughty five month old kittens that mum sitting on the sofa with laptop and diary is NOT a plaything? I've so far had 2 emails deleted and a pen stolen. And yet the little shits just look lovingly at me and purr!