We're in the process of trying to sell our house at the moment. In his wisdom our cat yesterday decided he would bring in a live magpie. I don't know how he caught it, I really don't know how he got it in the catflap, but what I do know is that it shat EVERYWHERE. That bird must have jam packed full of shit when it came in, because, good LORD. Must have been a decent fight too, because the living room looked like a bomb went off.
And we had a viewing at 10am this morning. Sigh.