Haha Donuel, that' just the sort of chain of destruction our cats used to indulge in. As keberoxu says, it was like dominoes!
My niece has been in touch again, and that wonderful lady vicar is sorting out Mela, my sister's cat.
The only problem I can foresee with Mela is that apparently she's an Olympic Gold Champion at hunting, and daily brings her trophies into the house. As the vicar mustn't enter the property (risk of virus on surfaces etc) and just puts the food/water outside the catflap, I can imagine my sister's living room carpet is like a butcher's shop!