Piers used to complain about this habit of yours. He always came home from a long day at work and, without doubt, there was a new animal in the house.

Some of which, he was sure were not supposed to be in a house.

He eventually got used to it. He wasn't going to tell you to stop, and it was fun having animals around.

Tonight, he went through the usual routine. Get home, kick shoes off, pet your guy's dog, give you a kiss as you cooked, head upstairs for his shower, open the shower curtain and...

There's a squirrel in his shower.

"{{user}}," He called for you, confused.