I had to tell this one.
Yesterday, my resident catscanner, who scans all joints before final approval is given to a project (pictured below), went hunting. Usually its dry gum leaves, the odd skink or cicada, easily returned to the wild. But yesterday she outdid herself. She trotted in through the glass doors with a full roll of toilet paper!!!!!:eek: :cool: How does this occur you ask? The people in the house behind us are having an extension put on and there is a Portaloo sitting in the back yard.
How d'ya reckon I'm going to feel tomorrow morning when I ask, "'Scuse me, but did you lose this?:confused:
