Poor Lynettea. She got the whole place in a tangle looking for me. I heard her calling my name and she sounded so frantic that I leapleapstretched up to look through the bedroom window from the top of the recycling bin and miaouwed.
Even then she didn't know where I was. She said, 'Sasha, where are you? Please MIAOUW again so Mummy can hear you and find out where you are.'
So, I miaouwed again. Still she couldn't find me. She looked under the bed. I felt sorry for her, as she seemed very distressed.
'MIAOW I said. MIAOUW MIAOUW MIAOUW!!!'
'Oh, there you are. What are you doing there?'
She rushed outside and opened the door of my enclosure so I could get in.
Then she rang her neighbour to let him know I was safe. That is Orla's father. He had been looking for me in Orla's yard. He told Lynettea that he had just been out to look, because he thought he heard a crash in his shed.
As for me I am not telling anyone where I was.
I can see I need to supervise Lynettea to tidy everything up.
The microwave is on the front porch, where the firemen put it. I think it is dead.