Every Saturday, Robin gets spooked.
We think he is spooked by our part-time cleaner, who, by the way, absolutely loves cats.
What’s with Robin and her? It must be a case of a lack of affinity, somehow.
So ever since the first Saturday when Robin refused to eat and was holed up in his condo until late evening, I make sure I feed them by 6.30am, before the cleaner comes.
Here’s what transpired today, after a hearty breakfast.
7am : Help, help…..the cleaner is here!!! Run, everyone, run! Says Robin. But nobody else is running.
Help me, help me!!
I’m hiding here, where it’s safe. Nobody can see me.
10.30am – Robin is still hiding. Cleaning is about to finish soon. Phew.