Rain Gutters.

Is there another sort of gutter? Surely there must be. But let's explore this, instead: during Tuesday's early-morning deluge, only the latest in a series of June deluges, it was determined by a near-sleepwalking me that the splashdown from the roof overhanging the cattery roof was, shall we say, no good. And that it was splashing up onto the windows overlooking the cattery. And that it was assisting in the leaking of the new cattery roof, about which much wailing and gnashing of teeth. What, then, to do? Straightforward, relatively: Gutter the fucker.

Who knew the cattery would be so very much about, ah, weather?