A series of little obstacles

So far this morning Felix has squealed, screamed, wriggled, cried, thrashed, bashed and grumbled. He's also tried to eat Cif, spray water over the computer and has successfully rifled through the "ladies" draw, put a whole tampon (wrapped and new, obviously) in his mouth, chewed on a box of panty liners and bitten a large chunk out of the toilet roll.

I have a list *this* long of things I gotta do before we set off for Devon this evening.
Sigh.
It's going to be a loooong day.