Assessing my options

The door onto the deck is open behind me, unseasonal balmy light airs gently waft in.

The promise of freedom but I remain ensconced in 'my' bean bag.

"Shall I get up?"
"Shall I go outside for a poke, sniff and personal business?"
"Shall I have something to eat?"
"Or maybe just a sit and think?.... perhaps a little/big wash?".

He did eventually wander out. He waits at the bottom of the steps for me to put his harness on. Amazing really.

Only 2 more big sleeps until fly north to visit Dad for a week. The Fur Child goes into the 5-star luxury cat accommodation late tomorrow.

I predict general wailing and gnashing of teeth when the carry cage appears at 4.40pm tomorrow. (Not me, him ;-)

Large if you like cats ;-)