As a postscript to my entry for the morning, about half way through the day, after I had woken up properly and was taking a bit of a snack in the kitchen, Lynettea suddenly got down THE CAGE from where it lives high up on a shelf in the laundry.
'Not to worry, Sasha,' she said. 'I am looking for one of your cosy little wool rugs from the RSPCA to put into the new cosy I bought for you yesterday. You remember the new cosy, Sasha? I thought it might encourage you to try it.'
I bolted straight out of my cat door into my enclosure. She may not remember our TRIP TO THE VET, but I do.
Later, when I came in, she was tapping away at the computer, without a care in the world.
'Not now, Sasha,' she said. It is always 'not now'. She must take me out now, before it is dark!
I am using the Voice of Command: 'Take me out. Shut down the computer.'