Don't try this at home

The scene: a kitchen in Somerset. The cat is having his tea. I am on my way back from feeding the tortie sisters, to find that Cass has shouldered Sid out of the way and is eating his food.

Sid: mum, MUM, she's eating my tea!!!

Cass: [who knows this is wrong] ooo, sorr-eeeee, [cringes] [runs]

Me: THAT IS NOT YOUR DINNER!

[aims kick at Cass' backside. Other foot slips on rug and I am deposited flat on my back with a yell]

Trevor: [emerging from peaceful NFL watching in the living room to investigate the yell, to find me lying blinking on the kitchen floor, surrounded by animals peering down at me. WTF? expressions all round.]

We have all been sent to our baskets.

Ironically, we have been extremely careful outside, given the ice and snow. Clearly it is within the home that I need to be careful.