How long did the girl wear pajamas?

Choices:
A. not enough information
B. all night
C. all weekend
D. fifteen minutes
fifteen minutes
In the cosmic scheme of things, this was relatively minor. But very annoying.
I had met a woman. Actually, at 19, she was still a girl. I lived in Pittsburgh. She lived in London, Ontario. She was, to put it bluntly, hotter than hell. On top of that, she’s one of the sweetest, nicest people you were ever going to meet.
Needless to say, I was quite smitten, and quickly arranged to spend a week in London with her. When I showed up, she was wearing very interesting pajamas. At least for a few minutes.
Unfortunately, my two cats, who had never spent a night in my home without me being there, were, less than impressed when I didn’t show up by 5 PM the day I left, despite having arranged for one of my parents to come over each day to feed them and make sure they had water, etc. Playing with them was optional, but neither would show themselves during that week.
Nothing looked amiss on the first floor to Mom or Dad. The food was eaten, the water, apparently drunk, etc.
When I got home and went upstairs I found something quite different.
There was a trail of toilette paper strewn all over the hallway.
My pillow was in the bedroom door and shredded.
My alarm clock was on the floor. The power cord had been pulled from the wall and chewed through.
There were several…uhmmm… “presents” in the middle of the bed, where they had pulled the sheets back. Some of them were still wet.
I figure that trip cost me somewhere in the neighborhood of $1k to repair the damage.
So I did what any 24 year old would do when faced with that situation.
I cleaned up, went to bed, and went back to London a few weeks later. But I cat proofed the house first. (Yes, they still lived with me for another 12 years before passing away.)
Like I said, she was wearing very interesting pajamas when I got to London. At least for a few minutes.