Let me out!

I am half sick of shadows… (Tennyson)

Felix has been kept inside for weeks. The upside is that his limp is less noticeable at last. The downside is the damage he does: biting the blind cords, scratching the carpet and, most recently, tearing a blind. He briefly slipped out of the front door yesterday having worked out that I will come in that way if he is by the back door. He made a dash for it, but paused to smell some plants and I was able to catch him. Here he is by the door, waiting for me to open it again.

The shadows of trees on the blind may have been torment for poor Felix. I empathise; not being able to open doors and windows on these lovely sunny autumn days in case he escapes. At least I can go outside and garden, or walk in the Gardens as I did today on my way to and from Singing.

In the meantime, Felix escaped into his dreams. Later, he took over Mum’s fireside chair.