Lynettea was surprised, as she thought she wasn't coming and my things were all over the floor, making it very untidy (according to Lynettea).
She quickly packed away my big and little tunnels, my horizontal scratchers and my fluffy toys on coils of wire ( I like to slap them as I walk past) and my new cosy. Everything looks bare and alien.
I checked out the cleaner's rucksack for scents and then went outside. Normally I like to supervise her, so Lynettea was surprised.
She said, 'Where has Sasha gone?'
But the laundry floor was all wet, so she couldn't go outside to find me.
But it was too cold. So I came in again.