A spot of bother

A late evening in the office, marking assignments, eating m&ms, blasting Swan Lake through my tinny computer speakers. It's warm outside, my window is wide open.

Scrabble, scrabble, wobble, screech. I'm sure this seemed like a good idea at the time.

Watching her (?) use her tail as a lever against the window to turn around and head back to the safety of the bushes at the side was quite incredible.