It could have all ended so badly. Minky's cage door open, Minky outside and on the floor, Minky a bit wet and showing marks where my teeth had been, and me about to take her in my mouth again.
It must have looked like I was about to eat Minky for dinner, but that's ridiculous. Squirrels and cats may look tasty to me, but Minky is my best friend. Really.
No. What happened was that Minky finally managed to work out her escape plan. She prised off the peg holding her door closed, and then put all her weight into shoving the door open. I tried to tell her to stay inside, but she had the taste of freedom and scurried onto the floor. I knew I had to act quick, so I tried to grab her and put her back in her cage. But she escaped my gentle jaws, and I was just about to try a second time when Mark came to the rescue, caught Minky and shut her up again. Phew, a good job that Mark was close, otherwise it could have been very different.
I reminded Mark not to jump to conclusions: remember Llewellyn the Great's dog, Gelert : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelert
Great Blog Charlie. Do you have trouble typing with paws or do you use your nose? I like the bit about Gelert very much - It reminded me of when Ru said 'hello' to a guineapig.
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