I was so excited to see the gift that came home from the pet barn with Lynettea that I jumped right inside. She tried to get me out by turning it upside down, but I hung on. My claws have grown out again now, as it is a few weeks since my trip to the vet torture clinic, where they hacked them off.
Then she decided to turn it upright again to carry it down the hall, with me still inside. I thought this might be fun. I reached out to get a bit of a grip on Lynettea and she shrieked out and dropped the new cosy with me in it.
Fortunately I did not have far to fall and I was quite okay.
Lynettea said, ‘Bad Sasha. Look what you have done.’
It was only a tiny bit of blood. You would wonder at the lack of resilence in humans. We cats know it is better not to complain. Remain alert and wary, is my motto.
After some time in the bedroom putting antiseptic and a band aid on her thumb, she was ready to put my new cosy in its correct position.
I am showing her I am not offended by tramping over her and purring.
Although I really do object to loud noises and screeching.
