A first for the Woofcats too - after days of watching them do thisand begging, pleading, to be let outside, we decided the day was too good to miss. A quiet house so nothing scary to keep them from coming back in again, and a quiet garden, no lawnmowers or motorbikes outside to spook them. So we opened the back door. Goway was first out, and crept stealthily across the concrete keeping a close eye out for
Comeback was less impressed. He stayed inside to begin with, then ran outside, hit the gate opposite the back door, and ran back into the house. Five minutes later, having waited long enough for us all to agree he had indeed meant to do that, he strolled out again.This time leaving us in no doubts at all that he was far too cool to get excited about anything at all. He did sadly lose his dignity by getting entangled in a clump of bindweed and needing to be rescued. Ah well. Then he went back inside to use the litter tray.
It's a shame she seems to be scared of the grass; hard to get much raking done when you won't move your chair off the deck. It's also hard to get the cats to come back inside when there's a small child whizzing around waving a long heavy spiky pole, but these things somehow happen anyway. Foil sachets of fish in gravy bribed the cats back in, they didn't have the same effect on the girls for some reason.
Mog and I collected the apples.
Little Fish scattered the apples over the grass again. I asked her why. Normally when I ask her why her response is either "why?" or "yes" or "that green car?" This time she said "I pick it up, I put it down, I pick it up, I put it down. I pick it up, I put it down, and oh dear". It's nice to know she's understanding the "why" now; and I think I understand her explanation - a longer winded version of "these things happen".