I have been out for the day, away from London. The forecast was for more sunshine and my friend Carol, the one with whom Izzy the kitten spent her second night before heading off to the cattery and eventual rehoming, agreed to look after MasterB so that he need not be confined. I sent her a text to say he was in the garden. There was food and a note (for Carol, not MasterB) in the kitchen.
I checked my ‘phone about eleven and was a bit surprised to find no message from her. I called. He’s having a lovely time outside, she told me, really enjoying himself. He doesn’t want to go in. Fine.
I turned my ‘phone off to conserve the battery. Back in London, it was nearly seven o’clock. I had left home at eight this morning. I was by the river, thinking about accepting an invitation to go for a drink. I turned my ‘phone back on and saw there was a voice message. I listened. Carol telling me it was five in the evening, and despite several attempts on her part, MasterB had still not come in. I declined the drink offer and came home. I jingled my keys as I walked through the garden and looked about. I was feeling a bit anxious. As I turned the corner by the building, MasterB leapt through the gap in the railings and ran towards me.
He trotted up the stairs beside me, and into the flat. I rang Carol to reassure her that he was safe while in the kitchen he ate a few mouthfuls. By the time Carol and I had finished talking he was in the sitting room.
He submitted to a cuddle and to being groomed. I admit in some ways I was quite pleased he hadn’t let Carol entice him indoors. I have always thought he might be a bit to easy for someone to walk off with.
Time to prepare some supper. I was putting some salad together when a howl came from the hallway. I looked. MasterB was by the door asking to go out again. And so it is that after a day when both of us have been apart and outside all day, I have the sofa to myself while MasterB exerts his new, expanded independence.
I have the comfort of a friend calling to invite me to a party next month. At least someone loves me.