The Truffle Diaries – escape plan

Day four of my imprisonment. They still have not returned.

My captors are now becoming aware of my superior escape skills and have become canny, shutting me in the bedroom whenever the caravan door is opened.

Fools. Do they not realise that it is just a matter of time before they make a mistake and I slip out to freedom! The Grey Ninja cannot be contained for long.

As a master strategist I also have been working on Plan B for my great escape should my door dashing prove unsuccessful. I have started an escape tunnel under their bed, drowning out my digging with fake, affectionate purring. I am careful to wash my snowy white paws after excavation so that they do not suspect a thing.

I have still not sat on any of the shelves that have been prepared for me, although I have begun to think that it might work well as an alternative diversionary tactic. This may work to my benefit.

Otherwise, of course, I would not consider it.