And when I say "wits about you", I mean keep your eyes peeled (not easy when it's dark, especially as there aren't any streetlights down our part of the street) and your feet nimble.
When people come for the first time they tut and shake their heads and say "Some people are awful. Why can't they pick up after their dogs?"
At this point we have to explain to people that the mess on the streets isn't the result of irresponsible dog owners, but is actually cat poo.
I know it's hard to believe but it's true. And it's prolific. It's bountiful. Basically, there's a lot of it. And as soon as someone cleans it up, it reappears. For a long time Dorothy and I were unable to work out who the culprit was because it's at a cat metropolis around here, with cats coming at you from all sides and all angles.
But eventually the responsible party was caught red-handed.
The Striped Avenger!
Don't be fooled by her beautiful little face. (So beautiful that I've mistaken these photos for Maud a couple of times until I've seen the collar.) And definitely don't be fooled by her loving personality, as she winds herself around your legs and mews at you to stroke her. This is a poo monster.
She's not exactly light on her feet. She's most definitely a plus sized model. There was a rather hilarious moment during this photo-shoot when she aimed for a graceful leap on to next door's wall, only to not quite make it and instead dangle off the end of the post, her claws scrabbling frantically as she tried to haul her ample frame up. She failed and fell off and walked away in disgrace.
The Striped Avenger is a really lovely cat so it's hard to be mad at her. But when you look like you're recreating Riverdance as you come home after a hard day at work you can't help but curse her a little.
Don't be fooled by that face!