Little Buggers
KK started asking to go outside on Sunday. Ed joined in yesterday morning.
So, last night, when I got home fairly early, and it was still light (and there was a case of yummy wine stood outside my door) I thought I’d let them out. Briefly. And before dinner so I had something to bribe them in again.
I stood in the garden. KK stood in the kitchen doorway, sniffing the air. Ed stood about 4 foot back, also sniffing the air. I realise the door from the kitchen to the house is shut, so I go back in (scaring both of them back into the depths of the kitchen) so that if something should scare them, they had somewhere to run to.
KK runs upstairs.
I retreat back into the garden.
Ed now stands in the doorway, head bobbing up and down as he sniffs the air.
He ventures outside, still sniffing, and begins a slow move around the edge of the garden, first sticking close to the house, then working his way around the fence, checking out all the bushes.
KK appears, and also hesitantly steps outside.
I am making encouraging noises.
Ed has now reached the shed.
KK, however, decides to go the other way, and disappears round the side of the house.
I start to panic.
Calling either of them doesn’t work, and I realise I can’t see KK. I check where Ed is (still by the shed) and so head down the side of the house, where KK is sat behind the dustbin. She runs back into the garden, and I follow.
No Ed.
Bugger.
I check behind the shed. No Ed.
I check the bushes. No Ed.
I check back inside the kitchen, just in case he has gone back inside. No Ed.
Bugger bugger bugger.
I make a grab for KK, and she protests very loudly, but I get her into the kitchen. I shut the kitchen door so she doesn’t run outside, and manage to shoo her upstairs. I return to the garden almost in tears thinking, “Mosh’ll kill me, I promised to take care of them and I’ve only had them a couple of days and I have lost one of them.”
I open the back door.
There is Ed, stood in the middle of the garden, looking pretty scared.
I can only think that hearing the door close scared him enough. I chase him back into the house.
That’s enough of that until the weekend I think, when I will have more time and more light to hang around watching them. I will also have my nephew, who will help keeping an eye on them both.
On a plus note, tonight was the first time Ed came coluntarily to me for a snuggle. I was watching telly, and he was in his usual place on the settee next to me. I pat my lap, and lift my arms. He walks over, and straight across me to sit on the settee next to me, looking at me as if to say, “What? Did you really think I would sit there?” Two seconds later he comes back, and just sort of collapses onto my lap, demanding strokes and purring like a good’un!
Still no snuggles with KK, although she sits on the ground and demands to be stroked, and has taken to lying guard to the computer room when I am in here.