Diamond Cat by Sasha

I have just come in from walkies, where I had a nasty fall. It was warm in the sunshine, so I had sprawled out on the air-conditioning unit at the side of the house.
Lynettea said, ‘Don’t fall, Sasha.’
She is always saying that. So I took no notice, as usual.
I streeetched out and my furs grew warm. Very comfortable. I stretched out my front legs and also my back legs. I flexed my claws and purred.
Then I rolled to one side more and baked that side and then I rolled to the other side and rolled a bit too far.
Suddenly I found myself between the air conditioning unit and the wall, upside down, with myself wedged tight and my four pawsies sticking up and waving in the air.
Before I had time to miaouw for help, Lynettea was at my side, or rather at my top, peering down anxiously at me. She could see I was wedged tight and unable to turn.
Just as well I had brought her out with me. For once I was grateful she was there. She reached down and managed to get her hands around my shoulders and then haul me up. My furs protected me from scraping against the wall.
She was so helpful that I even stayed sitting quietly and let her chat to a neighbour in the street. Even though the neighbour had a toddler in a stroller.
We were inside the fence, otherwise I could not have tolerated a small child.