I have been a bit too traumatised to blog this last week or so, I suppose if I were an American cat I would have a 'therapist' but being French, I don't. I have had to make do with the slave who made the big rescue.
It all started last Monday morning, early. It was dark and I heard Coco shouting 'mouse, mouse' outside. I always get very excited about this as they taste nice. I am very adept at diving in and pinching them from under her paws. She's OK about that, we are almost family after all!
So I dived out of the cat flap (yes I can use it in a declared state of emergency such as the vacuum cleaner has just been switched on or when there is something nice to eat outside) and grabbed the mouse. It was actually a rat, even better as there is more of it to savour. I dashed off out the garden as the Slave tried to grab me. Then I sneaked back into the garden when he wasn't looking and ate the rat in the usual spot. I refused to go back inside because Coco sometimes turn up with a second one fairly soon after the first.
When she didn't, I wandered off to see if I could find her. The problem is, I don't see too well and when I can't see my house, it is a bit difficult to find my way home. I don't have a great sense of direction either. I wandered around in the dark and found some other buildings that weren't mine. I eventually found a road and usually, when I cross that, turn right and walk along a short way, I get home. Only this can't have been my road.
I soon found myself in a field of big things that went moo at me so I had to do a rush. It was a bit of a random rush and I was even more lost. The dawn came, it was a nice one but I would have preferred to have seen it from my own wall at my own home. I was really worried when I couldn't see anything other than field, bushes and sky. I really didn't know which way to go so I went round and round in circles. I find that helps to calm me down.
So I trotted round a bit more and found some trees and decided to hide in there. I could hear the sound and smell some mice so I knew I wouldn't have to go hungry. I hoped that sooner or later I would be found or magically transported home.
The sun went up in the sky and had started to go down again so I knew I had been out for a long time today. Then, suddenly, I heard my name being shouted so I meowed at the top of my voice. I didn't know if the slave had heard me. I couldn't see him. Then his shouts were a bit closer and I had second thoughts. What if it wasn't my slave? What would happen to me if a stranger found me? But then I saw the person shouting. It was my slave so I ran across the field from my hiding place in the trees. I was so happy I shouted all the way and held my tail as high as I could. I knew I was rescued.
I let him pick me up and we went back across the field to where he had left his bike. I purred all the way. He tried to stuff me into his coat so that we could cycle back but I was having none of that and so I stopped purring to let him know I was displeased. I don't really like these mechanical things, they worry me. So we walked back. It was a long way, it took at least 10 minutes and uphill all the way. I don't really like being carried and tried to tell him that. But he kept hold of me and when we got home, he shoved me back in through the cat flap and went to get his bike. I heard him talking to the other slave and they mentioned I had gone 'nearly a kilometre'. I am not sure what that means but I think it could mean that I went quite a long way.
Next day, I was only allowed out on my harness. I didn't mind. Actually, I only went out to humour the slave who seemed to think that the fresh air would do me good. I just wanted to stay in. A couple of days later I was allowed out on my own, needless to say, I didn't go very far and stuck to the area I know really well. I had a mini-disaster when I found my way into the veg patch. But when I tried to get out, I couldn't find the hole in the netting. When I tried to bury my way out, I got a bit stuck. The slave explained that it was because I was lying on the bottom of the netting and my body weight was holding it down underneath me. He sorted it out for me.
It has been pretty windy this week so I haven't been out all that much, I don't like how the wind blows my fur up. It makes me panic a bit and so I end up rushing around at random everywhere. Yesterday was a lot calmer and so I was out for a lot longer, I think that I am now de-traumatised by the big rescue.
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