Mera met me at the garden this morning. I brought him home, he went into the room immediately, so I locked him in. He protested loudly. I think it is better that he stays indoors, than get into more troubles again. He needs bed rest.

The wound tonight, drier and more shallow.

Mera was eager to escape after dinner. He had used the bins, and ate some biscuits during the day.

Spencer was guarding the door, but Mera had pretty much made up his mind to leave.

Spencer: " Ingrate tomcat!! "