We had a scare in New Zealand last week, as Smoochy the cat had got himself shut in the attic. He must have been looking for mice up there, and my gd did not notice and shut the door. We were woken up at 5 a.m. by the most terrible mewling and my daughter and gd could not trace the sound at first and were crawling under the house with a flashlight (it is built on piers like most houses there). They finally traced the noise and let him out - he would probably have died if they had not found him, as the attic gets very, very hot once the sun comes up.
Does anybody else think that your style of house influences how fussy you are about housework? My daughter had a very elegant, large Edwardian villa in Yorkshire and it was always immaculate. Now, her house is clean but there are riding boots, hiking boots, baby chicks just out of the incubator in a box in the utility room, sticks which the two dogs bring in from the garden, and various bags of animal feed on the verandah. She is very happy and says she would rather spend her time growing things and riding her horse than doing housework!