Mrs Danvers (“Call me Rachel” she says, “I’m not really that frightening, am I?”) has been changing things around. It’s very mysterious.
Rachel says she knows I like to sleep in hidden corners.
She bought us a new bed. There are never enough cat beds in this house, she says, usually when she sees our fur on the furniture. She should keep the dratted dog out of them, then, is what we say.
First of all, the new bed was placed near the Cave. After a few days, I felt brave enough to sleep in it. Nothing bad happened.
Then the bed moved to the Cave’s entrance. That was ok too.
And then one day it was inside the Cave. I tried it out, but carefully. I ran away if Rachel came too close to my Cave. She checked up on me a lot.
But now it’s my favourite place; I love it in here!
Recently I heard her tell someone that she was getting me used to being in the Cave, and she mentioned a long car journey. Scooter would be in there too. Scooter? He doesn’t come in the Cave!
She said we had to be Ready.
Somewhere in the distance, I can hear alarm birds calling.