The toilet was the vault type, on top of which was a big wooden board with a hole in it. Down the hole was a pit about 10ft deep, 6ft wide and 10ft long. Round the back outside was a trap door where the toilets were emptied. Occasionally we might be in the toilet and hear a cat mewing from below, understandably in a state of great distress as there was no way it could get out. We would run to tell Mum, then get the bucket on the long pole and try to scoop the cat through the trap door at the back. Once we had got it, we would throw an old sack over the poor creature and take it to Edie Hill, the lady who lived in the terrace who delivered the newspapers. For some reason she always cleaned the cats… rather her than me!