The kittens peered cautiously out of the open back door at a garden full of sunshine and shadows and a lawn still chilled and heavy with dew.
Then they were off, making their way in different directions, looking at the steps, the walls, creeping around the base of the bins and straight into the shrubs all around the edge.
Leo kept emerging as though to get his bearings and I thought he was going straight into the pond but sensibly stretched out a paw to test the water and decided, on reflection, to stay dry.
Hilarious to see Lily making her way across the lawn like leaping ballet dancer, attempting to make as little contact with the wet cold grass as possible but once she got used to it, explorations dissolved into a giant game of hide and seek with the kittens streaking from here to there and loving the space and freedom.
No worries about them going further today, although I did begin to wonder how I was going to get them in because they were having so much manic fun. Probably a good idea not to let them out before I have to go to work.
My dog training proved to be total rubbish. While they might deign to come when they are called while inside the house, as far as they are concerned, I can just sod off while they are in the garden.
But Lily was first back in, her underside and legs soaking wet and Leo followed me back in a minute or two later. They nicked two slices of grilled bacon from the worktop shortly afterwards when I was out of the room so I reckon that in future, I’ll be able to tempt them inside again with a little unsmoked back!