This is the curious cat that I often see nosing around the garden. (Not the new young one who tried to fish for baby birds in the nesting box, but a more regular visitor.) And the house, too: if the doors to the deck are open, it tends to come inside.

I like cats. I like this cat, too. Even if it hunts little birds. But I don’t want it to make the inside of our house a part of its territory.

Speaking of birds, I’ve had a blue tit in the house twice in the last week, or maybe two different ones. The first time it flew into the ficus tree, and was relatively easy to chase out from there because it’s near the double doors to the deck. The second time it flew into the next room and got confused and slightly panicked by the windows there, but I got it out without much trouble.

And of course there is an endless stream of bees, bumblebees and wasps who fly in and then can’t find their way back out again. Windows.