Or, at least our back garden – but that’s how the kittens see it.
We were hoping to have them out for 15/20 min every day. We got them harnessed up (one pink and one blue) and took them out on Monday. B got Neira to climb the 1m fence in the back garden. Merlin couldn’t grasp it – he kept jumping like a Thompson’s gazelle but right into the middle of the fence, hitting it like a sack of baby potatoes. Very funny.
We also have a mound of architectural grass at one end of the garden and Merlin took it into his wee head to nonchalantly walk away, down the length of the garden before turning round and belting headlong into it…repeatedly. Oh and he chased a hornet, and to his misfortune caught it – and went mental – adrenaline over load. Like he was having a fit, but no evidence of a bite of a sting: I just think he got the shock of his life when the little critter fought back. If he had a voice, he’d have been yelling ‘get it off me, get it off me!!’. That’s exactly what it looked like.
And after that, it rained the rest if the week. Until today – we had them out in the sun for an hour. And took the leads off them – they were still cautious (him more than her – altho he might just have been tired).
And tonight, when we got back from the allotment at dusk, we let them out the front with no reins. They seemed to suit the half light – most confident they’ve been yet. Happy to be around us. The plan is to take them done the back first thing tomorrow while they’re still in their mental morning phase.
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