I'd love to have a cat, or even two, but seem to have acquired a pigeon!
Our living room is on the top floor of our flat and has big double doors which are open pretty much all of the summer and as it's like an oven here today, they are wide open. There are always loads of birds around and I'm not talking sweet little blue tits or robins, I'm talking crows (or ravens, I'm never sure of the difference) and magpies. They love to perch on the railings, tap dance on our metal roof and sometimes pluck up courage to peer in from the doorstep. Today, however, one finally flapped in. It landed first of all on a Spitfire which seemed very suitable and very well art directed and then flapped over to the top of the open door and seems very happy indeed there.
It's had a little preen and looks like it could do with a snooze and it utterly unconcerned by us at all. It seems to have a ring on one leg, so perhaps it's a domesticated homing pigeon which needed a rest or got lost. Anyway, it's still here