Forbidden zone. When I return from shopping, I leave the front door slightly open so I can carry my groceries inside. Mr. Bowie will always try to quietly sneak out the door. But this place is off-limits for Mr. Bowie. Although I’m living in the countryside, there have been already two cats killed on the road last month. Regrettably, one of them was my neighbour’s lovely cat.
This is the look Mr. Bowie gave me when I told him to go back inside. Believe me, it’s a dangerous world out there, Mr. Bowie.