Gave them the Slip

Mr B's sister pulled up in her new second hand camper van.  Their Mum was on board, and disembarked  and sat in our back yard while Mr B attended to a request that he install a reversing camera on the newly acquired van.

Refer to plan....

....our gate was closed.  Mr B opened both doors on our garage.  Neighbour's gate was open.  Driveway open all the way to the street.

Mr B seemed surprised that I managed to exit the backyard.  He had after all closed the gate immediately beside the open door.  Doh!

He yelled at F.  "Where is your cat?"  (He refuses to let me explore beyond the enclosed back yard these days.  I used to have a 'free to roam' pass.)

F looked annoyed when she came out.  She had been in her office (indoors) working.  She did express some surprise that he was surprised I had found my way through two open doors and into the space he 

a. had determined was off bounds for me and 

b. he was working in so he must have seen me stroll past.

She went back indoors.  She credits me with some sense even if my hearing isn't fabulous these days.

I meanwhile was sitting under the visiting van contemplating the feet and legs of Mr B and his sister, and contemplating the open gate into the neighbour's backyard.

After stressing about for a while,  Mr B spotted me and I was herded out with a long stick, put firmly back in the backyard and - not subjected to any closed doors.

What do you think?  Of course I moseyed out again.  This time I merged into the dark space under the trailer.   More yelling from Mr B, more indifference from F, who when she did spot me simply patted me on the head and suggested to Mr B that he might consider closing the side door on the garage if  my exploration was going to be causing everyone that much grief.

He hadn't thought of that.  And as an after thought F suggested he also lock the cat flap in the garage door.  Traitor.  It might have taken him ages to think of that.

I stomped up the garden and hid in the wilderness zone.  Next thing Mr B's sister is calling my name and telling the world she can't find me, and F is beginning to hate working from home.

Afternoon spent supervising office work.