I wnated to give Mera his afternoon tea at 4pm, but he was gone. I saw him again at 6pm, so I brought him some biscuits. He ate on the park bench. When the cleaner walked past, Mera took fright, and was in alert pose until the man left. I think the cleaner may have frightened him or sprayed him with water before.

Then Mera asked for tummy rubs and head scritches. He played with some leaves and twigs. And we strolled through the garden slowly.

I was asking Mera if he wanted to go back to 5th floor or go home for sardines, but he was adamant that he would like to stay in the garden.

Then Mera had a good wash on the grass. I think he needs Frontline again.