Escaping from the house, I rapidly got into new habits. I’d sleep most of the day. On weekends, I’d spend the day on the deck with my human.
Weekdays, when the builders arrived at 8.30 AM and went home at 3.30 PM, I slept somewhere warm but out of sight and out of mind.
From about 4.00PM onward, I got to know my backyard. Because, of course, the pernickety old woman put every kind of barrier up to stop me wandering. More on those later.
At approximately 5.00 PM, the pernickety old woman would open the screen door and stand there shaking the kibble tin.
The kibbles rattling was her sign that I should come inside for my dinner. She’d lock the screen door after me. Keep me inside during the exciting hours of the week.
After only my second night inside ready for anything, because I’d slept all day, I started planning my escape.
Watching for wildlife with the deck still a bit wet from rain during the night. I’m on the lookout for intruders.
Rita de Heer 