Disturbed
Lynettea was out yesterday for a while and when she came back I greeted her at the door. 'What is wrong, Sasha?' she asked me. 'You look very upset. Did someone knock on the door? You look very worried.' She fussed over me and massaged me with my special brush. Then she filled my food plates, so I soon felt better. I like her to stay here on call in case I want her to do something, but usually I don't get worried when she goes out. I am snuggled in my cosy today as it has been a cooler night. The leaves are turning yellow and orange.
