Such a cool cellar is just the thing on hot days, Mr. Kalle probably thought when he noticed the invitingly open cellar door during one of his (now regular) forays into the backyard.

Whether it was the heat or the burning curiosity, Mr. Kalle was disappeared in the cellar for the next few hours and was nowhere to be seen, but very much to be heard from time to time. Here his unmistakable, excited meowing, and there a sneeze caused by the dust of long forgotten things stored there for eons.

(About the short, loud, frightened muttering, which was to be heard in the meantime once and a fur ball, which looked remotely like Mrs. Louise and which rushed out of the cellar like a cannonball we will cast a veil of silence).

When Mr. Kalle came back into the daylight, the devoted servant could only stand there and shake his head in disbelief. Awakened from his state of shock, he hurried into the house before the cat could be the first to do so and returned armed with a brush and microfibre cloth to restore the originally red and white tomcat, now heavily greyed and covered in spider webs, to a respectable (and upholstery-friendly) condition.

Mr. Kalle endured the following cleaning procedure extremely benevolently, accompanied by loud purring (and slight slobbering). He even prolonged it by repeatedly curling up on the sandy stone slabs, much to the dissatisfaction of the servant. One may therefore assume that he pardoned the servant for the little faux pas he had made in the matter of the cat net.

The servant, however, kept letting his gaze wander sinisterly back and forth between the cat, now once again glowing in bright red and white, and the garden hose….