Day 3 Last night went pretty well. There was a bit of growling at each other by the end though, so we decided to put Hillary back in the study for the night. At about 3am my husband was awoken by her meowing and scratching at the door so he let her out and both cats proceeded to take it in turns to knock stuff off his bedside table and paw him in the face, while I slept peacefully, oblivious. Today, I was outside hanging some washing and Puss dug his claws into the flywire because he wanted to come out, so I let him out with me. A few minutes later as I opened the door to come inside, Hillary shot past me because she had decided that she would also like to come out. I didn't even see her. I was intending to keep her inside for at least a few days, but she had other ideas. I stayed out with them for a bit, Puss stayed on the deck watching Hillary as she explored the yard and climbed the fence. Next time I turned around, she had disappeared. She came back a few minutes ...
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