Perhaps learning from the experience of looking after children, she says she runs a tight ship. "We feed them all in the morning, but some like to nibble away. But I do like them all in bed by 9pm....That's when the light goes out."
She has her own cats, a burmese named Sophie and Ebony the black long-hair, but she does establish other favourites, including a "beautiful big" meng kun, and a Siamese named Mr Darcy, who's chocka with character. "He's a crazy cat," she said. "He's the boss."
Then there's the "stroppy" one who just about gets away with it, because her "mother" calls her "Madam".
Christmas wasn't quite the usual Christmas for mein host, ditching the traditional turkey for a barbecue, which seemed more practical in the circumstances.
The greatest beneficiaries were possibly the cats, for having had the chance to watch a bit of TV and listen to music on the radio, they enjoyed the extra visitors and the offering of the day.
"Yes," Mrs Gilbertson said. "I think they had some steak."