I'm sure Whiggin told me he had never had monsters in his ceiling, but I think it's the norm - we always have monsters of some kind or another in our roof.
At least this one didn't wee on us. It was just plain noisy!
It kept me awake for many nights in a row, running up and down, banging and scabbing and gnawing. What a tiring week that was!
Apparently it was a Puss-um.
Wait a minute - that sounds like a 'Strayan cat?!
All is finally quiet, and I am hoping the monster has left us, but as I learnt in Montreal, it often comes back...
They made excellent Albie TV.
But the lack of painters does mean I can resume prime bird-watching position on the balcony...
...but always ready to dive back indoors should they fly a little too close...ahem.
I do not know why they won't trust me...!