Well it appears that my "friends" the Currawongs have had the last laugh today, and perhaps wished to see if they could operate my computer. Fortunately it was turned off. I had a nap earlier today and when I came upstairs to turn my computer on, I pulled my chair away from the desk as I always do, so that I might sit on it(they are wonderful inventions chairs, although my back would disagree). Upon placing my hand on the chair, I felt something moist, and was perplexed. It appears that a Currawong had flown into the room through the window, which is always open for my evil overlords, the aforementioned cats, sat on my chair and shat twice on it. Bird turds are not the gift they usually leave inside, and perhaps they are leaving constructive "shiticism" on my storytelling :P