Yet another adventure down into the river and bush yesterday afternoon. It was the biggest adventure yet but with a bit of a misadventure.
Well, this time we went to the mossy spot, and then down the embankment and found another smimming hole that's slightly deeper than the other one. Then we walked up along the river for a while. Gibson scaled a few rocky surfaces and hopped back and forth across the river several times. Then we went up the other side of the embankment, onto the neighbour's land and walked along an old sheep trail through the bush. Gibson followed us the whole way. We then walked down into the bush again where it was thick and we had to cut some branches back. We ended up down at the part of the river where I showed you once (you know where that bike was sitting and we had to walk down through the trees and I had made some steps???) Anyway, we ended up at that part of the river, but walked further downstream, and Gibson followed with amazing skill and precision.
But then Olmec went ahead and found a way up. He was calling to us from up on the paddock, but I couldn't hear him very well. It turns out he was telling me how to get up, but since I couldn't hear him I yelled back that I was just going to go back to that one spot where I knew I could get up (where I'd made steps).
Well, Gibson of course wanted to go the way Olmec had gone because he could hear Olmec up at the paddock and he started MEOOOOWWWWLing at Olmec to wait for him. But I carried Gibson back upstream for a while. We were nearly to the place with the steps. Gibson squirmed and got out of my arms and started running back downstream where Olmec had gone. GRRRR! How frustrating. So I climbed up my steps anyway and went to see where Olmec was and to tell him that I was going back down to get the cat. I was only gone for probably three minutes.
I started calling for Gibson as I walked back down the steps and along the river. I could hear him not too far away and boy did he sound UPSET!!! He was crying mournfully and was oh so sad that he had been left behind. But he had been naughty and run away from me in the first place. I don't think he realised his part in the abandoning. I did feel a bit sorry for him though. I carried him all the way to the spot where we'd burned the blackberries. Olmec was just up the hill and Gibson went running up through the tall grass to the house...home at last....safe and sound. He rested in the shade for a while. I fed him some special meat from his treat packet so that he would feel special and loved. Poor little kitty. But I think it was still fun for him, and I'm sure he'll come on the next big adventure.