Now it's all starting to make sense. The cattery, the "vet", Ash's obsession with the mothership. They're out there. They're signalling to me. If only I could find a way to this "outside" I've heard of. I could get somewhere high and signal them.Now they taunt me. They make me chase and chase but I never get to catch. One day though.
I've got Ash working on a signalling device. Lots of shining rocks and jewellery properly arranged could refocus the laser beam. I don't actually know what a laser beam is, yet, but one day I will find out. Of course, Ash thinks he's building a bower but I know better. Oh yes. No flies on me. Unless. Maybe Ash is secretly one of them. Like the vet woman who puts cold things in places that make me judder. I need to find a place to shelter beneath. Preferably with some sort of black, oily camouflage material.
Uh oh. The light's back. Must chase it. This time it will not escaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape
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