Oh that’s because I’m one of those people who would start turning the screw and the neck would fall off, then as I tried to catch the neck before it clattered to the floor I’d stab myself in the eye with said screwdriver, miss catching the neck as the strings pinged off one by one trapping the cat in a ball of sharp strings, then the toilet pedestal would crack and flood the loo. Sirens would be heard approaching the house heralding the arrival of armed police prior to my unexpected shooting, a tragic case of mistaken identity, chance in a million.