This morning, while it was still dark, I opened the door from my bedroom to my conservatory and found a dead rat. Armed with a lot of kitchen roll I inspected it a bit closer and realised it wasn’t a rat. I wondered if it was actually the world’s biggest fur ball. Then I had a stroke of genius and thought I’d turn the light on and discovered…
….half a joint of cooked beef. Obviously someone’s Sunday left over’s. Probably enough for tonight’s dinner for about three people. How Norman cat got it home I have no idea.
It was obviously a hungry animal day though. At work we had an unexpected visitor on the 9th floor window sill.
This seagull was pecking the window, attempting to reach a colleagues tube of Love Heart sweets.
And in other animal news, one of my very lovely colleagues made me laugh a lot last week. I’d bought a box of tissues and was very happy to discover that the ears and mouth poked out to give a 3D effect (it’s the little things).
However, I felt the manuafacturer hadn’t gone as far as they could as the tail didn’t do anything exciting. A few days later though, I was staring at the box and realised the tail was sticking out. This very lovely colleague of mine had got creative and doctored the box:
It makes me smile every time I look at it. Norman just makes me worried when I look at him. He seems to be upping the stakes with the food he brings me. I’m concerned it won’t be long before I wake up to find he’s dragged a lamb back from the field over the road…. :o)