Well, here's the cat update as promised.
Literally within moments of me finishing the last blog concerning Luke's reluctance to leave the van, the most extreme turnaround took place. I closed the laptop, looked at Luke, who looked at me with some sort of telepathic embarrassment.
He pricked his ears, shook himself down and headed straight for the caravan door, out he went, through the awning and into the big wide world.
Within moments he was surrounded by three different cats, all in their own outposts near their van. I went into our camper van to listen to the footy and to take a ringside seat. It was Luke's time, his moment, I didn't want to miss it.
A cat sprinted and lunged at Luke, had a few digs, backed off and gave Luke the hard stare. Luke did not budge. Undeterred in his quest for personal freedom Luke stood his ground and waited for the next round of attacks. Strike 2 was a bit more intense, the cats coming together and exchanging swipes and bites, and the most eerie sounds. They have a whole different vocal range when they are fighting, quite a strange sound.
Jodi appeared out of the van and shooed the cat away. It seemed to do the trick, for little Luke has since had no real bother about going outside.
He's taking it slowly but he's started to explore a little more. When he gets going, he'll find he's in cat heaven with all the trees and wildlife around.
Anyway.
I'm going to sign out and look for a cat blog site, I'm a proud cat lover now!
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