Pulling the birds

The cat, that is.

Sounds of activity from the bedroom... it's not me, I'd notice. Wandered through to see what was what to discover a large and annoyed Starling sitting on the lampshade. Clearly hadn't had it's lunch as it didn't crap all over my bed. After a brief spell sitting on my shower, it was rushed back into the bedroom where the nice big man opening the windows appealed to it's better nature and it zipped out of my dingy home like a bat out of hell. Always amazes me how quite a small cat gets a fairly large bird through the catflap. A Sparrow aren't a problem to him but a Blackbird or Starling should make him work for his jollies. Maybe he'll take after his mum and graduate to seagulls?

The end of my horrid early shift today. Until Monday. When it all starts again. Yay. Weekend beckons, there's a beer out there with my name on it somewhere and I propose to find it....