Flat- and house- stitting - C & D?

How far do you responsibilities stretch? Do you have plumbers' numbers and credit card to hand in case of emergencies?

I lack the plumber's number, though I possess the vet's number and in any case, said animal doctor is just around the corner. My friend Martin said "you do know Lewis is about 100 years old, she'll probably peg it before Neil gets back from Minneapolis." Cheers, mate!

The cats pretty much rule the house and if they want to sleep in the bed with you then they will. Not good. The dog lies panting beside the bed at night, one of the cats attacks feet if left dangling out of the bed during the night.

The dog stands in front of the t.v completely blocking it from sight and stands there panting uncomprehendingly when told to move.

And his tongue drips.

They are all on strict diets and the cats must be watched when eating so they don't pinch each other food. One of the cats tries to get in the fridge and eats flowers. He's a big flat faced grey fluffy fancy-breed who seems to stain easily.

We bought flowers to welcome the in-laws back the last time they were away and before they'd returned, the cat started eating them. His big fluffy grey chin was all yellow with pollen so we trimmed it to cover the mess thinking his mommy wouldn't notice.

She did.

Pet-sitting? Pain the ass.

House-sitting? Probably easy.

She was stone deaf too, which I wasn't initially aware of, so if she was napping on the sofa and didn't respond when I called her my heart would be in my mouth.

Dud, when they (same "they" as above -- family friends) have two ancient Maltese poodles who sleep inside and poo and piss all over the hallway every night. And on one house-sitting occasion, the water pipes in the ceiling (weird overhead geyser system in South Africa) burst at 3 a.m., turning the kitchen, dining room and guest bathroom into a rainforest zone and completely ruining the owners' brand new, white wool carpets.

the female cat is named Lewis?