Cat loo?

I love my cats. I love them to bits. But the amount of swearing I've done in the past five minutes is enough for a sailor to stare open-mouthed. Yes, there I go again being a pastaza. But I'm seething. If you're a girl, who bought a fabulous white fur coat then left it lying there in plastic for something like a month only to find that one or more of the cats thought it was a great new loo... wouldn't you lose it? I did. Thankfully it was well wrapped up in plastic, hurray for plastic, I love plastic, it's just stooped me from having my new fur coat ruined. I would give a medal to the person who invented plastic right now. As for the cats? Well, well, well, what would I do if I had a naughty child? I'd still love him wouldn't I? And the same goes for my cats, I still love them, I wish they'd never thought of doing something like this. But they have, and I love them anyway. Even if they'd ruined my coat. I'd just have cursed some more, been disappointed, lighted up a cigarette and calmed down. Because cat love is more important than any coat in the world.