Diamond Cat by Sasha

I was in my outdoor cosy the whole time. So what if she couldn’t find me?
 I admit that I was crouched down very low and not easy to see. After all, I like my own privacy.
All the calls of ‘Sasha, where are you?’ and remarks like, ‘I can’t manage without you!’ may be sweet to hear, but do not call me to any special action.
 Rather, they float over me, like dandelion puffballs in the wind.
 I am dreaming I am a cheetah. Long grass rustles slightly and then I stay stock still. I am immovable. I am a hunting cheetah, stalking its prey.
‘Oh, there you are Sasha. What a relief. My little darling. What a pretty cat you are, Sasha.’
Where was I …