Yes, from now on the cat flap remains on exit only between 8.30 - 4.30 pm, every day.
George & Poppy have become spoilt, lazy, hair distributing, under your feet, pain in the ass puddy cats.
It all started with me taking a few weeks convalescence. The house has been kept warm, I've been around to feed the little buggers on demand and they've taken me for a ride. They even get pissy when I throw them off the couch now when I want to put me feet up to watch the telly. They're so idle they can't even catch a butterfly, let alone a mouse. So that's it, they have to re-learn whatever it is that cats do. Out, damned cats, out!
So now here I am, sitting here at 11.30 am, and they're yowling around going from window ledge to window ledge looking for a way back into the house. They look piteously hungry even though I fed them 2 hours ago.
Sod 'em, I am so sick of cats!