Paris leaves the house

So after the hottest summer for the last 5 million years, the summer when we had to have all the doors closed so the cat didn't escape, he was finally allowed to leave the building. He had already escaped once last week and survived to tell the tale and seemed to want more, he was crazy to get out. I thought an afternoon on the balcony would suffice but he thought otherwise and escaped over the side. A 3 meter drop.
Luckily Maud wasn't home.
So off he disappeared for an hour or so, scrabbling around in the bushes and climbing trees.

He came back of course, phew.

Seems like he really needed the toilet and hadn't really grasped the idea that outside is OK for that kind of thing.

So our youngest has now flow the nest to battle the world on his own.

After a long period uncertainty Maud finally came round and joined him in his new adventure.

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He was pretty exhausted after tearing up and down the garden chasing Maud and her stick for half an hour, panting like a dog.