An enjoyable weekend spent at Grandma's House at Stratford-on-Avon. Soured slightly by large ginger cat coming into house and finishing off my food. I was discovered by Grandpa standing in slightly apathetic way by the door whilst the invader was by my food bowl. On appearance of a human I felt embarrased by my cowardliness and assumed appearance of manliness and chased the departing invader down the garden, hovercrafting over its back as it jumped onto the wall.
Dismayed by sight of bags in the hall (meaning horrible car journey and did not want to leave) so I went and hid under a bed and refused to come out or miaow when called. A search party was formed and the whole house/garden/block scoured without success with much frowning and near wailing. Eventually I deigned to show myself to the anxious adults but then hid again under a different bed until I was tricked into my horrid cat carrier and bundled into a hot car where I protested loudly.
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