Our house, like all good European houses have no screens in the windows. We have them open through the day but try to remember to close the ones on the first floor before we go to bed. We must have forgotten one day because A had six friends over Friday afternoon and I was on the phone with H writing down a shopping list when all of the girls started screaming in disgust. There was cat fecal matter in the middle of the floor under the kitchen table, which means we had a break in. Here we are, friends with all the neighborhood cats we see and this is how they repay us! And here without pets of our own we were thinking we were avoiding any potentially embarrassing situations like that.
Part of me wonders as we pack up to move this week, will we find a cat or a cat carcass hiding somewhere in our house?