I spent some time this morning shut in the bedroom. Lynettea thought I would not be as scared if I was in there.
The plumber was busy putting a long probe through the drains. This is the third time they have come for a blocked toilet in the last few weeks. In case any cat thinks we have three toilets, we only have one.
This time he ran his machine in the street and then at the side of the house.
Lynettea thinks it will be very expensive, being Sunday. Tomorrow may be even worse, as it is a public holiday. But you aren't having the plumber again tomorrow, are you, I thought.
Later I jumped in the kitchen sink a couple of times and got shut in the front of the house.
This is a new training tool, or is it? We will see who gets trained first.