Friends don't let friends run away

DAY 8

Molly (the dark one) and Lulu (the light one) are very good examples of kids. I let the girls play outside in their new 'kitty coop' unsupervised for the first time on Sunday morning while I was curled up in bed with a headache.

After a while, Lulu kept coming in and out of my bedroom, crying and acting like a nervous nelly. After about 15minutes of this I got up to see what Molly was up to.

Molly was up to no good. She was nowhere to be found.

I tracked her sneaky escape to some pushed through wire in the corner. Molly had 'flown the kitty coop' and instead of following, Lulu decided to stay back and tell a grown-up what she had done. The good news is that after an hour of wilful abandon, Molly was found scampering around my front garden like a kid after a rainy day.

This reminded me so much of my primary school years with my little sister Alison - I was Lulu, and Alison was disobedient Molly. Alison would do naughty things, and I would tell on her to mum. Alison had all the fun, and I would follow the rules.

I'm glad at least one of my cats is like me - otherwise they would both be galavanting the streets - cruising for boyfriends and booze (haha).