I move this weekend to a new house sit. It's just next door to where I was, so it's not like I've moved from this street, I call home.
I am still getting used to the new environment after only one day on the job. As I've mentioned before, I walk home for lunch most days. Today was no exception.
The front door of this house is rarely, if ever, used. Everyone knows to use the back door. The front path is overgrown with lavender, and I'm pretty sure the mailman is the only one who ever comes up the front.
Today, as I rounded the corner of the house to the back door at lunchtime, I heard a noise. Like someone was back there. Before I could see who or what was rustling around in the back, it took off for the side yard. I heard it jump the fence.
"Hey!" I shouted. Not knowing what it was. It certainly sounded bigger than the cats I'm taking care of, who aren't supposed to get out of the house.
I didn't get an answer. So I bi-passed the door and headed toward the side yard to see if I could catch whoever or whatever it was.
This is what I found:
That's her after she squeezed out of the herb garden and headed for the neighbors yard. I only had my cell with me at the time. But here's where she was when I first found her:
She managed to squeeze through a small opening in the netting just to the right of that door to escape out the front.
By the time I'd run inside for an actual camera, she'd moved on down the block.
Shortly after that I managed to get myself bucked off the hammock in the back. But that's a story for another day. Just trust me on this, it takes skill to be as bad as I am at hammock sitting. There is never a dull moment on this street where I live. And that's just during lunch break.