‘What are you doing out here in the dark Sasha? It is so cold. Your fur is standing out.’
She pokes at the cat flap.
‘I forgot to unlock it! I am so sorry, Sasha!’
I bolt in and eat all my food at once.
‘I am so sorry, Sasha. When did the handyman come?’
She looks at her diary.
‘Yesterday morning. Why didn’t you say something?’
At this point I am too disgusted to meow. I have been meowing constantly to remind her and she has been saying, ‘Be quiet, Sasha.’
‘Well, you are inside now!’
I have been in and out when she has opened the door. But I don’t appreciate standing outside in the cold for hours because the cat flap is locked.
I head over to my cosy, treadle it and curl up.
‘Do you want your furs brushed, dear Sasha?’
I shut my eyes and ignore her.
