The Chronicles of Smurf
Principle 4: Apply Self-Regulation and Accept Feedback
The adventures of a permaculture cat, part 4
Day 13
The happy day has come!
Finally my incarceration is ended. This morning the kitchen door was not slammed in my face as usual, but held wide for me. The Suzy even encouraged me to go out:
‘Come on, Smurf!’
Suspecting a cruel hoax, I darted for freedom. Then pulled up short after five bounds, finding that I was not being pursued.
It had been my intention to take my leave of this family and head back home to the dear old Nan at the first opportunity. Perhaps taking time to snack on a plump chook before I left.
However, I have discovered a number of drawbacks with this plan.
Firstly, I’m embarrassed to admit that I have no clear idea of my whereabouts. This place is quite unfamiliar to me: soft, green grass instead of hard, grey asphalt and concrete. Little traffic noise and no high fences. Instead of Indian mynas’ strident calls and sparrows’ chirping, a great variety of birds call, squawk, twitter, sing. Instead of Pooky, the miniature dachshund from the neighbouring unit, leaving his scent trails, there is a tapestry of musky…
