It rained on my furs while I was inspecting the tyres of some cars and the lamp post in the street.
So I thought it best to take Lynettea back home to the front porch. We sat there, with Lynettea on the chair and me crouched beside it, while rain poured down, filling up the gutters.
When it finished, I took Lynettea down the path at the side of the house and rushed in where it was warm and dry. My furs got a little damp, but a quick rub down had me feeling lively again..
Now I am nestled in my cosy on the lounge, with my heated pad, waiting for Lynettea to prepare my dinner.
She said, 'It's a cat's life, Sasha,' but I don't know what she means by that.