When I came back in from checking the perimeter this morning, I strolled across the living rom, only to notice out of the corner of my eye that something terrible has happened. Can you guess what it is?
You guessed it yet? That's right. My cushion has vanished! I sat on the rug for a while, not quite sure what a kitty with a lost cushion should do. This is actually the rug in the hall, which isn't very good for sitting on, but on the plus side it's near my noms.
Then Mum told me she'd put it in the washing machine. I don't know what a washing machine is, but it doesn't sound good. Apparently she's been trying to get it out from underneath me for ages, but I'm always sitting on it. Wednesday was a good opportunity, she says, because I always spend Wednesdays underneath the sofa hiding from the dustbin lorry. I wasn't very impressed with that at all.
So, what's a cushionless kitty to do? This:
This is Mum's spot on the sofa!! I'll just sit here until my cushion comes back.
I'm a big fat ginger cushionless cat.