Even my sleep is full of drama.
I can hear a faint voice.
‘Your whiskers are twitching, Sasha. I wonder why. Are you having a nice dream, Sasha? Maybe you are hunting?’
I don’t budge. This is annoying. My tactic is to keep on sleeping.
Then my tail attacks. I have had it pinned down, but now it sneaks out and attacks my head. It is only soft furs and can’t hurt me.
I keep on sleeping.
