‘You will love this, Sasha.’
Lynettea pulls an object from a shelf in the wardrobe. ‘This is the warmer Diamond used when he was an older cat. Look! I have a few of these. I’ll pop one of them in the microwave for you.’
After heating it she wraps it in my mock fur rug.
Here I am, snuggling up to it at the side of the cosy while the rain pelts down and the hail clatters on the iron roof.
Very snuggly!



