After my morning massage, I was resting peacefully.
When the doorbell rang. My feline instinct had already kicked in when the front gate clicked, so I was already on full alert. Could I camouflage myself?
No time for that. Quick! I dash under the bed. And I don’t come out until she has left. She used to help Lynettea jam me into the cage, years ago. I haven’t forgotten.
“You could be a bit social, Sasha!”
