‘What were you doing last night, Sasha dear?’
What do you mean?
‘You remember! I heard that terrible racket and rushed out in my dressing gown and you rushed inside with your furs all spiked out like a bottlebrush.’
Oh that…
‘I switched on the light and peered into the garden. You joined me and we both stared out through the trellis. But I couldn’t see anything. Was it possums?’
I sort of remember that. I thought it might have been a dream.
‘It looked like a nightmare. Or maybe it was some cat that wandered into your yard. You are a brave cat, Sasha. But I don’t expect you to guard the house all night. If you were outside, those creatures would tear you to pieces!’
But my name is Alexander. I am the Protector!
