'Oh, Sasha, there you are! No wonder it was so quiet. I thought you were outside.'
How would I be outside? It is cold, rainy and dark.
'When I looked through the window I couldn't see you in your cosy or up in the air on your shelves."
Of course not. Why would I want to freeze?
'I thought you might be curled up in your cosy on the lounge. But when I looked there you were not there!'
I wish I had been. I didn't want to stay on top of the suitcase in the wardrobe. Where I couldn't see anything and wondered when the door would open.
'Why didn't you miaouw, if you wanted to come out, Sasha?'
'Miaow! Miaouw! Miaouw! Miaouw! - I was meditating'.
'I am sorry, Sasha. I didn't notice. Here is a fresh bowl of your jelly instinctive cat food. Your favourite!'
|in my rightful place|