This is another retro post just to bring you up to date from mid-2020 when it all became too much!
Day 21 of LOCKDOWN . . . with at least seven days to go. The night curfews, the claustrophobia, the daily lack of social contact, the beautiful weather outside . . . he just had to make a break for it. Disgraceful!
It happened after dark, when everyone else was sound asleep. It started out OK, going bush with his mate, chasing the birds, taunting the elderly dog over the road, breaking all the rules. But it was always going to end in tears for fluffy chocolate Persian Smudge. AWOL but not much fun . . . 48 hours literally out on an a limb and mate Simba waiting anxiously at the bottom.
To find Smudge I had dragged myself up one overgrown ridge on my hands and knees, anchoring myself on clumps of agapanthas, sliding bumpily down into the next gully rather disgracefully on my bum. No ladder rescue at all possible by dear devoted of course and impossible off-road terrain for the fire brigade. A quick call to hero Mike – a professional tree-climber – was made. He arrived fully kitted-out with ropes, helmet, cat-catching bag and crampons and executed a faultless rescue. Mike was busy making ‘truffles’ with his little daughter Maia (a suitably masculine activity for lockdown, we thought) when he got our 111 emergency call! He dropped it all to save the day. Apart from Smudge we all kept two metres apart, trying not to cough, sneeze or spit on anyone and washed our hands thoroughly afterwards!