He’s not the full ninja yet, but it won’t be long.
He was alone all day, shut in the flat, so that must have meant a good lot of sleep. The toys weren’t displaced as they often are, so it seems he didn’t do a lot. No nasty surprises in the litter tray or elsewhere, but he didn’t want to go out.
Eventually I persauded him. Tough love. But I sat outside too, and he lay beside my feet, then came to greet my friend Celia who joined me. We’re going to walk in Kent on Saturday. Walk and collect, we hope, lots and lots of lovely blackberries.
While we sat and talked, MasterB let Celia know he wanted her attention, then he spied something at the far end of the garden and was off on the hunt. Lovely to see him at full stretch again. He returned to us as we checked train times, and came inside with me when Celia left. But now it’s night and he is out again. Tomorrow’s penicillin tablets may not be so easy to get inside him.
Hurrah, my boy is well again!