Sometimes it’s nigh on impossible leaving the house to take a walk!

Could this be the neediest cat in England?

He dislikes being in the open, so stops and screams as soon as you go into the field. As soon as he hears wellington-boots on gravel (a sure sign that we’re sneaking off for a walk), he miraculously appears!

The elaborate games we have to play to disguise the fact that we’re leaving, get increasingly more ridiculous with each passing day! The most recent is sprinting round the barns in circles until he finally gets dizzy and wanders off.

Unfortunately this has the same effect on me! Back to the drawing-board it seems…

Thanks for reading, Adam.