Diarmuid Breatnach

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Entering the bedroom, I noticed the window still open and closed it. As I turned from doing that I was startled to see her curled up cosily on my bed. How did she get in?

I stared at her, dumbfounded. She just looked back calmly, not a trace of guilt or worry in her eyes.

How did you get in? I enquired but she just continued to regard me calmly. Of course, the window, I realised. Bloody hell!

You can’t be doing that, sneaking in through people’s windows, I said. You’ll have to leave.

No response, just that calm look.

She wasn’t moving so I went to lift her up and though clearly not pleased, she didn’t fight me.

Opening the door to the common corridor, I put her down gently on her feet there. She looked at me reproachfully but I hardened my heart.

The fire retarding door was closed so I opened it but she made no move to go out. I tapped her on her bottom and she gave a little jump and started to move.

Closing the fire door behind her I went back inside my home and locked the door. Then checked all the windows.

Bloody opportunist! I muttered. Bloody opportunist neighbourhood cat!

End.