We got some new things. Not many, but that means our storage needs reorganizing. While Lynettea was looking at our old things, she found some of my toys on a string in the shed.
‘You never play with these, Sasha,’ she said.
How could I play with them if they are packed away? The human at my place does not always use logic.
She brought out the toys and started waving them at me. She was really enjoying herself, so I grabbed a furry mock mouse and scrabbled it to entertain her. Sometimes I feel sorry for her. I went off down the hall and she pursued me, waving the mousie on its stick. You really have to wonder.
Then she waved electronic mouse at me. It has flashing blue eyes. I never liked it.
It is past time for morning rest.
‘Want a cuddlie, Sasha?’
Not just now, thank you!
