Not so sure about this ‘going outside’ thing
Wellington was allowed out for the first time today. He’s not entirely sure about it.
He wouldn’t go more than a foot or two from the back door until I finally picked him up and carried him around front, to the garden proper.
It wasn’t raining (for once), though everything is persistently wet. He skulked around in the shadows for an hour and then asked to come in.
He will learn to love it, I can see that. But it’s all a bit much for a little pussycat wot’s never been allowed out before.
The chickens lost their shit. He didn’t even chase them, he just ran across the garden near them. One excitable girl flew ten feet in the air and twenty feet forward and had to be coaxed out of the hedge with a handful of cracked corn. And then they all screamed for the rest of the afternoon.
He looks like a little weasel, to be honest.
March 12, 2020 — 9:55 pm
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