Scrabble In Da Hood

She's feeling a bit more secure in her home now, but blimey, it's like having a new baby. Trying to catch all the accidents, get her up to the garden in time. Our garden is up steps, and the grass is quite far from the house, so it's a real schlep. By the end of the day, we'd decided to use the front garden instead. She's a real poppet and such fun. We went into town, cos it's important they have time alone in the day or they'll be whiners later. Sara couldn't bear it and went back after half an hour. But then she couldn't find her. It didn't make sense cos we'd fenced her in a grazing area with the cage. After an initial panic, she realised Scrabble had gone into the cat wicker bed, a secret hiding place where she now keeps her favourite toys. The cats are sulking with us, by the way.