Following the discovery of the slate floor, a concrete floor with the necessary damp proofing was laid to ensure a smooth and level floor.
However, as the concrete was setting we had an intruder.
Let me put your minds at rest, the intruder was not of the burly two-legged variety wearing a balaclava and carrying a swag bag laden with bad intent!
No.
This intruder was not concerned about leaving a mark at the scene or even worried about the mess.
Instead it would appear that they chose the setting concrete as a way of leaving their mark on Plas Coch for eternity in the medium of the performance Art : Dance.
The first step that the intruder chose led to the intruder being nicknamed Pogo due to the distinct single paw print. Maybe this was due to the concrete still being a little wet and involved more of a hop than a dance. Please see Exhibit A below.
In between the wet concrete corridor and the Snug, with the large fireplace, there is a piece of timber. At this point it is fair to say that we have an idea that this intruder is of the feline variety.
However…
…no cat has been seen at the property.
Having said that…no mice or larger rodents have been spotted within the property either. Maybe this feline intruder has been doing a round of rodent security each night in Plas Coch..? If so…Feline Intruder: We thank you!
Back to the timber, please see Exhibit B below, which shows tiny pawprints crossing closely from the Snug into the Wet Concrete Corridor. These are muddy pawprints, the weather at this point was very wet, but they show what could be a feet together hop or perhaps the start of a feline jive?
This left us wondering how on earth did this cat get in?
Hopping over the timber ourselves we were able to see further evidence of where this cat had walked. However this did spark the question again of how on earth did they get in?
Looking at Exhibit C below it looks as if, like Santa, our feline security guard entered the building via the chimney!
No other paw prints were left. Since then a cat has been seen on site, slinking in the setting sun through the Plas Coch carpark towards the fields.
Could this be our feline crusader?
If it is, going by the lack of rodent activity, they are doing a purrrrfect job!
