Midnight. I hear rain on the tin roof. It hasn’t rained for a long time. I bolt into the bathroom and instead of pulling the towels to the floor, I spring on the washbasin, leap onto the top of the shower screen and then tumble down into the shower. Trapped? NO. I rush at the glass door and thrust it open, nearly sending Lynettea flying.
‘Are you hurt, Sasha?’ she says. But she can see I am not.
I bound past her and then rush up and down the hall, arching my back and springing along, my tail curled up.
I feel so alive.
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Ahh, rain! We get plenty of it here. For me, rain has the opposite effect! I curl up for a long, lazy nap.
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Yep, sounds like a frisky young mancat to us!
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The crazies! So much fun!
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Yay for adventures! 🙂
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It sounds like the rain brought out your crazies, Sasha!
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Your mainspring just, well…sprung!
You're stills little boy, sweetheart.
Lots of adventure ahead for you. Easy does it.
