the runaway

This evening, during his second venture into the great outdoors post-move, Seb returned to the old house. He apparently knocked on the back door and shot in at the first opportunity. When Mr B went to collect him he was lounging in his favourite spot on the kitchen floor oozing relaxation and calm. He was dragged back to the fold and promptly made himself comfortable on the ironing board before spending a few hours yowling for good measure. He's back to the depression!

So next time he goes outside, we'll be sending him out hungry in the hope that he returns quickly for his dinner.... here's hoping it works.