The End Of The Saga...

It has been twelve weeks since Miaowrini's accident, ten and a half weeks since the operation and four weeks since her final check-up. Part of me wanted her to remain an indoor cat, but while Furretti would be happy enough to stay permanently on the sofa, Miaowrini likes to get out and about.

After a slightly more-than-usually bad-tempered spat between the kitties, I decided that the time had come to open up the cat flap...

When it came to the moment of truth, Miaowrini actually proved slightly hesitant about leaving the safety of the cat flap. She sat for a while on the top shelf, enjoying the breeze and keeping a wary eye out for the other local moggies. Finally she jumped down. I can't see the garden from my flat, but one of my neighbours promised to keep an eye out for trouble, and I assumed that, having been cooped up for so long, Miaowrini would take full advantage of her freedom and would probably not come home until the wee small hours.

I told myself that I had to be sensible about it...

I needn't have worried. After about half an hour, Miaowrini returned. I wanted to get another video of her walking around, but she wasn't having any of it. She demonstrated her complete disdain, in true feline fashion, by settling down to wash herself. Furretti, on the other hand, was feeling neglected, and decided to try and gatecrash the video session...

Finally, this evening I was given incontrovertible proof that, apart from a little stiffness, Monsignor Miaowrini has made a complete recovery. The cat flap banged a short while ago, and Furretti abandoned my lap. As I had been feeding her slivers of cod, this indicated something unusual. I went to investigate. Sure enough, Miaowrini had caught a mouse and had brought it home to play...

I have never been so pleased to see a mouse in the house...