Whilst I was in the garden, the back door was left open, but the kitchen door to the rest of the house was closed. I swore I could hear something bumping around in the house - cat-like, but I Couldn't see anything, so carried on.

More bumping. Nothing had snuck into the dining-room...

More bumping. Open the kitchen bin. Stoopid straggly moggy from next door, just sitting in the bin. Get out!

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And then it sits in the garden like I might pick up its smelly body and put it back in its own garden.

Friday night fun.