Zel makes a cross sound under his breath as he feels the collar give way - a few inches closer and he would have been able to scoop the cat up or at least get a hold on the scruff of its neck - and rises swiftly to his feet.

"After it!" he insists, vaulting the back of the couch effortlessly - though the couchframe creaks - in pursuit of the fleeing, now un-belled feline. "Otherwise it'll find a place to hide."

Let them just hope that no one chooses this time to open the door to the outside.