My name is Smudge.

So far, I’ve had a look around the house. I let myself be enticed from under the bed so the old woman could shut the door to exclude me.

While they were talking, the old woman, the man and the boy, I quickly had a look at where the litter tray, the kibbles and water bowl are, I think I can find them again, and then snuck under the couch.

The man and boy went away and since then I’ve watched the old woman potter around. And she sat on the couch for a while. Now she’s up again doing whatever she does.

Uh oh here she comes with a black thing.