During the current weather he spends much of his time on the front terrasse were there is no sun and a good chance of a breeze.
I prepare his dinner at 6pm on the dot and when it is down in the frame ready to eat in the kitchen veranda, I open the slider a bit, poke my head out and give the soft ‘come here’ whistle. I am always gratified to see him racing round instantly below my open window and congratulate myself on his instant obedience.
At 5.30 today I opened the slider just to look out and was surprised to see him racing under me round towards the back door. So it isn’t my skill with the lips at all, he is already on the move at the sound of the slider. Ego suitably deflated. ![]()
But when he rushed into the kitchen to find me not standing ready to wait for him to sit for the command ‘bon appetit’, but at the computer in my chair, he understood instantly and wheeled round to go outside again, not even pausing to hear my apology. ![]()