Felix was taking ridiculous risks as he tried to find ways out of the house this afternoon, so I let him out. He stayed close, nibbling on his cat mint and sitting on the compost bin where the mice hang out, while I was gardening, and then he went to visit my neighbours across the street. I let them know that he was about – they had seen him – and to explain his limp. Since he jumped out of the window yesterday, his limp has worsened and he sits holding his paw off the ground. The wound to his paw has healed over, so I wonder if he strained (dare I say damaged?) his paw when he defenestrated himself. There’s a lot of responsibility involved in having a cat. As I write, I can see him curled up in a favourite spot in the garden.
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Our peripatetic puss is still missing. Stephen is sitting out on the patio waiting for him. I’m inside not able to turn on the heat pump because the back door is open. – Ruth
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That’s a lovely photo of Felix. — Miraz
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