When I managed to get Lynettea on her lead and take her out this evening it was a bit boring after my adventures, although I don't want anything like that to happen. I was thinking, same old things, same old things and poking for insects in the dry leaves seemed a bit tame.
I leaped at the fence a couple of times, but with Lynettea at the end of the lead, I couldn't get to the top. I think she is jealous of my jumping skills.
'Don't go there, Sasha!'
Well I hear that too often.
We headed down the street and a few houses away I stopped at a usual spot on the footpath and sniffed around. A nice elderly lady used to live there who loved kitties. Diamond used to get patted by her until her relatives relocated her to a 'home' when she couldn't manage.
So we were just standing there quietly, me sniffing for interesting scents and Lynettea complaining that the wind was getting cold, when a dreadful barking started right near me. I backed away, my tail bristled to make me look larger. A big ginger dog was at the bars of the gate, jumping up and down and barking. I decided it would be better to take Lynettea home. When we went back behind my gate my tail stopped bristling.
It rather spoilt our walk.