Now, I expect you're all wondering where I've been. Mum didn't lock me in the attic for killing my Kitty Cube, so that was OK. It's actually quite resilient, and has survived a lot more than we thought it would. I bring it down, and then Mum puts it back up again for me.
It's currently looking half-dead. I've even been hiding my toys inside it for good measure.
And of course, it's very important that you check underneath, in case any snorgle monsters are lurking. I do a lot of checking underneath.
In other news, Mum's got a cold and is not feeling her best. I've been trying to make her feel better by sitting on her and making biscuits at every opportunity - everyone knows that when you have a cold you need to have a stone of big fat ginger cat with very sharp claws on your lap at all times, but she doesn't seem too keen. I really can't understand that at all.
I'm a big fat ginger cat checking for snorgle monsters and sitting on my Mum.