That was anywhere.....apart from the room under the house – the cellar! The doorway into this room had a metal chain secured around it and five extensive locks: two at the top, two at the bottom and one in the middle to secure the chain. Old Rufus always wore the five keys on a rusty chain around his left ankle and wouldn’t let anyone, but himself, into the room. Every evening, without fail, he would spend one hour in this room. The noises that came from under this door would intrigue even the least nosy of humans.
When Kasper searched the house for somewhere comfortable and free of dust to sleep, he often sat in front of the locked door, staring up at it, checking every centimetre of the flat white surface, trying to imagine a way in. He had to keep a careful look out for Old Rufus though, as he had been warned many times not to go anywhere near the door. But Kasper believed he was a brave, curious and naughty feline, who liked dangerous adventures!
So, one wintry evening, Kasper lay by the roaring, open fire beside his owner’s feet, pretending to be fast asleep. He had devised a cunning plan to get into the secret cellar. Rather than relying on his poor memory or paper to showcase his ingenious idea - he drew a clever map of his plan on his left paw.