Spring is in the air.
We seized the opportunity on Saturday afternoon to see how my cat Sara would do outdoors.
A little background:
I got Sara and her brother Bailey
in December 2010 from an empty underground apartment/flat in Bermondsey where they'd been abandoned... for 3 months.
(My outrage about this would take a blog post of its own.)
At the time, I was living in an upstairs flat with no sensible way to provide outdoor access.
But it was a successful rescue and they adjusted quite happily.
Then last November I moved in with my boyfriend Adam, into a house in a quiet street in a village in Bedfordshire.
(oh, I can feel a Boo Hewerdine song coming on...)
Anyway.
The intention was to let Sara and Bailey settle in over the winter (including reaching an accommodation with Adam's two cats Mickey and Flora) before "re-introducing them to the wild".
Four weeks in, Bailey forced the issue by escaping... and not being found til well after midnight. So we accelerated his rehabilitation and he has been very happily going in and out whenever he likes for the past two months.
Meanwhile Sara has been very contented and happy in her little room at the front of the house. Her daily routine revolves around humans.
Recently however she has shown increasing curiosity about any activities taking place on our front drive, often cautiously approaching the open front door.
We feel it would be safer if she develops a preference for coming and going via the back door into the garden...
....so on Saturday I carried her out... and set her down....
She was very happy about the whole thing.... so much so that she was emboldened for further adventure the next day...
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