Going solo

As you know, we have been taking the girls outside on their leads, gradually getting them used to their surroundings and most importantly, where they live.
Last week we let Poppy out on her own.  Well, I say on her own but it was under supervision.  Both DH and I were with her in the garden – just in a supervisory sort of way.  Poppy thought it was great to mooch about, having sniff here and a sniff there.  Not such a relaxing time for us as our hearts were in our mouths the whole time.

What surprised us most was that Poppy didn’t make a run for it, was quite happy to stay within the confines of the garden (for now) and when she’d had enough, simply stood at the back door waiting to be let in.

 
 What a strange cat!