Dreadful Thoughts and Dreams of a Chaotic Pisckie Priest in the West of Scotland
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Wakened this morning to the cat, the Silent assassin, yamming at the bedroom window to get in. It's a very thin and precarious ledge with a fair drop to the next level, ie the the living room window! As I sleepily opened the window for her, it became apparent that she'd brought me a bird for breakfast.
I freed the bird and caught the cat as she began to fall from this amazing height! Proper little St Francis, me!
She's obviously now settled in her new home, but the early morning calls are something I hope she doesn't make a habit of!