He's not my cat...

We've got men in at the moment, cleaning the moss and stuff from our roof and gutters. They come in their van, park on the drive and, having unloaded their gear, leave the rear doors open, leaving their bags and lunch boxes in the van.

There is now a rogue Pukka Pie wrapper on the drive and a very smug looking cat cleaning his whiskers and purring loudly.

Well, ok then, he is my cat.......