I (unfortunately) share a bedroom with my sixteen year old sister who likes to keep the room looking like a bomb has hit it...only the shrapnel is my sister's clothes.
I hate being in the room as I can barely get to my bed without tripping up and almost breaking my neck on something she's left lying around on the floor.
My mother decided that she'd had enough with it and that the room must be all nice and tidy by Saturday, otherwise I can't see Sam and my sister can't see her boyfriend.
I may not be the tidiest person in the world but I don't leave black hoodies saying "Go Kill Yourself" / "Kentucky Fried Cruelty" / "PETA ROCKS" / etc on the floor. I put my CDs and DVDs in their respective shelves / hidey holes when I'm done using them, not on the floor where I will eventually tread on them, snap the disc and hurt my foot. I certainly don't leave my sister's underwear lying around. 
Yes: I do make a mess but it's on my desk (seriously - my desk ended up being taller than me).
So, because I'd like to see Sam on Saturday, I started tidying up, after mum and Pete had gone to the hairdresser's.
I was getting started on binning all of my old college work (I had to check through everything and make sure my name / address / phone number / etc wasn't on any pieces of paper - those need to be shredded, not binned), when I heard a crash downstairs.
I think to myself what the hell was that?
and decide to go downstairs and investigate (with my phone in my hand 
).
As I came out of my bedroom, I see that Crookshanks was on the landing; meaning that he couldn't have made the noise (he was sleeping. Aww).
I get downstairs, turn into the kitchen and I see the cat, Squeak (as we call her - she doesn't *meow*, she *squeak*s), eating Crookshanks' food.
From the crash I heard, I was expecting a human of some form, so seeing the cat just shocked me.
Mum and Pete came home a few minutes later and I was still just stood with my jaw on the floor, looking at this cat (which was now squeaking for some food).
I turn to mum and Pete and go Oh! I don't know how she got in! I heard a crash and came downstairs and there she was!
.
Turns out, the tiny window above the kitchen sink was open a few inches and she must have climbed through that. The crash I heard must have been her falling onto the mugs on the windowsill or the dirty dishes on the draining board.
Having a cat burglar enter the house while I was still in it was quite a shock!
You find the most interesting things when you're tidying up...stuff you forgot you ever had, you normally find a few coins here and there, you find some of the stuff you lost aaages ago.
I found:
- A book I bought and forgot I had. Never been read
- Two videos (Dante's Peak & Scream)
- Loads of cassettes (anyone remember those?)
- A pound (£ ) in spare change
- An *old skool* camera (the ones with "films" that needed processing)
- Six rolls of film that need to be developed
- A cassette player
- Oh, about eight billion photographs!
- And a load of other things!
I still haven't finished and I seriously doubt I'll finish by Saturday but I did try and so my mum should let me leave the house and see Sam. 
If not, I guess I could always sneak out and pay for it later...
