I am a sucker for a chilly snow scene so felt a bit sorry for these three little kittens as they sought shelter from the freeze. They manage to sneak into a comfortable big house where they mischievously encounter an almost volcanic fruit pie before a sneeze-inducing pepper pot. Thereafter, though, their routinely drawn and rather predicable antics as they proceed to trash the place become a little repetitive and quickly lose their charm. From the knees (downwards) of the housekeeper, we could easily expect her to step onto a stool, broom in hand, and yell “Thomas” at the top of her voice, except it’s cats that are proving to be her problem. Maybe rounding them up and chucking them back outside is the best solution? It would have worked for me!
