Yesterday evening I decided to let Felix out without his harness on in the garden as he usually just rolls about and eats the grass and keeps fairly close by. It was still light but the shadows were lengthening and when I turned my back and got distracted by some weeds I turned back round and the little devil had shot though the bushes and was out on the golf course. Silly me,thought he would probably come back and called him over the hedge but nope, sat eating grass and had his back to me. I surveyed the mess that is directly at the back of my garden, before it slopes down to the lovely golf course grass,which Felix was now devouring. It s all thorns, brambles, and stinging nettles everywhere. The odd thorny bush, a few dead tree stumps, and pobably the odd adder or two. Decided to run in,grab a fork,a tin of opened food and a bag of opened iams. Shook them,banged the tin heartily, pleaded with him, no,moving steadily farther away and its now getting dark. Good job his white bits glowed in the twilight.
So,no putting it off. Wearing flipflops, a long skirt that snagged on every bramble, still holding all this food, (just in case he could be bought) I had to force my painful way through the stingers. And not fall flat on my face on the uneven -ness of it all. Grabbed him,even harder holding a wriggling humungous cat, a tin,a fork,a bag of Iams and negotiating my way back through the jungle. But I did it. Lots of swearing. Got in home, a bramble clinging to my skirt,a hole in said skirt, stung all over my poor feet, and bleeding from about eight cuts to the backs of my calves. Couold nt believe my feet were still stinging hours later in bed! I dont think I will be letting Felix out without his harness on in future. Its too bloomin painful!! Jan x