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I was going to make this huge joke about how my wheelchair is hijacked every night. And that I cannot call the authorities, because what are they going to do about a four-legged feline who cannot even make a getaway with her ill-gotten gains?

Gemma has been hijacking my wheelchair every time I go to the bathroom in the evenings. She has been doing it since Thursday now. I can sit there for up to half an hour at a time, playing with her, watching her amuse herself and then falling asleep. My left hand is covered in fresh scratches from her playfully attacking me. My right hand is unscathed, but then she always associated that hand with getting bitten back for playing too hard.

Last night, and again this morning, she made attempts to enter my room. I need to use a sweet and gentle tone to try and coax her, but Yanky won’t respond to a kind tone of voice. I have to be firm. And that immediately scares Gemma away.

I mentioned that Yanky was escaping the garden after leaving him in there by himself. Mandla did not think he was jumping the fence, though. On closer inspection, he found a hole big enough to walk through, hidden by the ferns. He patched that with a temporary solution, though we did not leave him there, since there was a sewerage leakage and he would have gotten a smelly breath from investigating the mess.

I tried leaving him in there yesterday. It took him a few seconds longer, but the end result was still the same – he was back at my side. I am still hoping that he is not jumping the fence. When I had another look around, I am guessing he took a trip along the balcony and jumped off the end. I’ll only be able to confirm when someone watches him from Rudi’s flat window.

I don’t know whether to be proud or sad at the fact that my animals bond so strongly with me. Granted, it’s not all of them, but it’s the animals that have mattered most in my life. Fayth. Gemma. Yanky. Problem is, I don’t want to make the same mistakes this time round that I did with Fayth. She used to get anxiety attacks if I left her alone. I don’t want the same to happen to Yanky, but he is making it extremely difficult to have alone time…