I just found this in my writing room. It might be Harley but then again it might not; there are so many different kinds of animals prowling the streets of London these days. I'm afraid to wake him/it up in case it isn't. The last time was a very painful experience.
I must have been typing too loud because he just woke up, gave me a stern look and immediately sank back into sleep; presumably dreaming of what he's going to eviscerate tonight.
Next time I want to come back as a moggy.