Just awoke to the sound of something scuffling about in my tv room. Grabbed my trusty axe handle and made tracks towards the room only to find a filthy stray cat struggling to get out the window from whence it came. Eventually coaxed it into the kitchen where I had the front door open for it to escape, instead it decided to jump up onto the worktop knocking two glasses to the floor as it did so. It sat atop the microwave then just staring at me like the raven from Edgar Allan Poe's poem. After about ten minutes of 'gentle' poking from the axe handle, the stupid little shit ran outside.
Nzoric, you would probably have enjoyed the experience or had a fit, considering your current state
