At 11.30 p.m. I could see poor Filou sneaking upstairs flat like a lizard. He hid under our bed and I put the blinds down, something I never do in general. So at least he couldn't see them. Tigris also was under another bed.
At about 1 a.m. when it was more quiet they got an extra rate of malt paste to give them a little more confidence in this loud world. They spent all night on the bed, even close together something which is not often seen these days.