Plan 1:
Dad was loading boxes into the car boot. I jumped in pretty sharpish and hid, I can tell.
Why Plan 1 failed:
Must remember to hide my big fluffy tail from view.
Plan 2:
Nipped into the garage and sat on top of a stack of boxes. Absolutely refused to budge.
Why Plan 2 failed:
Am light enough to be picked up and removed. Bah.
Plan 3:
Sat beneath the car beside the wheel in protest.
Why Plan 3 failed:
Damn well left my big fluffy tail on view again. Got dragged out by the scruff of my neck. Is their no dignity left?
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