An hour in the life of the chuffin cat…

Let me out!

Let me in!

Let me out!!

Let me in!!

Let meeee ouutttttt!!

Let. Me. In.

LET ME OUT!!

LET ME IN!!!

Letmmeeeooouuutt!!

Letttmmeeeiiiinnnn!
AAAGGGGHHHHHRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Ah. Perfect.
*sigh*
An hour in the life of the chuffin cat…
Let me out!
Let me in!
Let me out!!
Let me in!!
Let meeee ouutttttt!!
Let. Me. In.
LET ME OUT!!
LET ME IN!!!
Letmmeeeooouuutt!!
Letttmmeeeiiiinnnn!
AAAGGGGHHHHHRRRRRRRR!!!!!
Ah. Perfect.
*sigh*
1 You go for a walk in the woods and emerge looking like Miss Haversham, complete with delightful, new cobweb-infested accessories.
2 It’s communal shower time again, when your ablutions seem to be shared with all manner of uninvited moths, spiders and insects. What’s worse than finding a spider in the shower? Just finding the leg of a spider… leading you to die inwardly as you check the soles of your feet for the rest of the innards *shudder*
3 You step out of the shower, go to grab your towel, and instead find yourself shaking hands with a large spider. It’s very nice of him to introduce himself formally before taking up residence in your bathroom, but I’d say his timing is a little off to be honest.
4 The chuffin cat develops a new coat – consisting mainly of dead leaves and garden debris – which she gleefully spreads around the house at regular intervals. As a bonus, she might even bring you in a slug or three, stuck to her belly fur. Having thrown the slug(s) across the room (any room, she’s not fussy), she will then provide you all with some evening entertainment as she proceeds to noisily suck all the slug snot off her body in a particularly uncouth manner.
5 You realise it might be time to invest in some little tin hats for the chickens, as the coop is positioned directly beneath a giant oak tree, and a heap of hooligan squirrels take obscene delight in lobbing acorns from a great height. Alternatively, just rename your chickens Chicken Licken, Henny Penny, Turkey Lurkey and Cocky Locky, and live out your very own live version of the children’s classic tale.
6 The apple tree in the garden bears fruit, not that you get the chance to eat any of it as the marauding gang of squirrels snaffle the lot, once they’ve finished using the chickens as target practice that is.