When I came home today the patio door was open. This happens every so often if I don’t latch or bolt the door – a gust of wind can pop the door open. The wind from the coast just reaches me near the top of this hill.
The other cats were good but Julie had taken his chance and was outside, sitting on his wall. He’d had a bit of time to hunt, as a poor little lizard was on the tiles by the front door.
After I got home Calla was hanging out on the patio aside from a moment when she was chased inside by a bird with a very loud, single tone chirp. He was on the wall chirping alarms at her until she got tired and came in, giving some mews of complaint at his rudeness.
Eventually the bird took off and she could spend more time on the patio. Unlike yesterday, she didn’t mind me getting close today, but she didn’t go out onto the stones either.