Last week Louise took Bertie to the dog groomer. Bertie had a nice haircut and a wash and blow dry.
That evening Louise took Bertie for a walk.
Bertie decided this would be a good time to roll in a freshly laid cowpat.
This is Millie.
Millie lives upstairs during the daytime as she does not like Bertie.
Once Bertie is tucked up in his crate-bed, Millie goes downstairs, out through the catflap, to do what cats do.
On Thursday night, the same night Bertie had rolled in cow poo, I woke suddenly to hear Louise screaming hysterically. I thought perhaps an axe murderer. Sadly not.
Millie had returned from her night time patrols and brought a blackbird with her, in through the catflap, depositing it on the landing at the top of the stairs. The blackbird was still alive, but clearly terrified, which would explain why it then defecated all over the landing carpet.
Louise, having seen something moving in the darkness, was convinced it must be a rat... hence the screams. Fortunately I was able to rescue the blackbird and put it out the bathroom window. It flew away from the madhouse that is Top Ten Towers, vowing never to return.
Pets. Who'd have 'em?
