Sacha is rapidly recovering; those little pills are doing wonders! But the better he feels, the more he wants out… Last night, my parents left their window an inch open to get some fresh air in, thinking that Sacha might just sit in front of the window. Little did they know that, with his stupendous strength, Sacha might also stuff his muzzle in there and open it whole. At three o’clock in the morning, my dad woke up by sheer luck and guess what he saw?

Sacha’s rear end coming out from the window – the rest was preparing to jump two meters to the ground… Needless to say, Dad lost no time and snatched his tail to yank him back in. Poor Sacha – once again, he had to accept the fact that he was still our unhappy little prisoner…

Of course, he was fleeting mad! He first attempted to murder his little brothers (who are doing very well with their clicker-training, by the way!), then he tried to commit suicide by climbing up his giant scratchpost for the first time in months, and finally, he decided that the best way to get outside was to destroy the wall.

Obviously I wouldn’t let him scratch my room to shreds, so I picked him up (he was so furious that he was purring!) and placed him on my bed. Sitting down next to him, I placed my hand on his tummy and let him bite me savagely.

“Go ahead, let it out,” I told him as he clawed my hands with fierce relish. He really needed to let out his anger, so I let him do.

Then he started meowing. He growled and he cried plaintively and he howled and he let out deep, painful meows. He sounded like he was letting me know about all of his miseries in his long, mournful song, and as I listened and petted him he bit and scratched softly as he went on with his heavyhearted complaining.

I must admit I was quite amazed; did Sacha really understand when I told him to “let it out”? When he finally stopped chanting his melancholic music and looked at me with miserable eyes, I stood up.

That’s when I noticed that, all along, I had been sitting on his tail…