Good vibrations

One of my favourite places for a nap is on the pouffe. It's just the right distance from the fire and I can survey the garden for intruders and any unfortunate prey that may dare to trespass on my territory. It has a soft woolly covering that I have coated in my fur and alluring aroma. The Chief Minion often leaves her detritus strewn carelessly on my coveted spot which gets on my frill. However, this doesn't deter me from sneaking 40 winks if required. Last night, I had settled myself on top of a couple of opened letters delivered that morning, the square plastic things she wears on her eyes and the small plastic box that she spends a lot of time talking to and prodding with her finger. The Chief Minion was upstairs zipping herself into the strange faux giraffe fur she seems to like wearing in the evening when something strange happened. My frill started to vibrate. This was highly unusual and strangely unsettling (but bizarrely not unpleasant). My ears pressed themselves flat against my head in alarm and then I heard........frogs........croaking. I cast my mind back to what I had done that day - nope, I definitely have not been on the catnip so I double check that I am not dreaming. I look down. The frill was shaking, all the fur moving and rippling like a field of wheat caught in the wind. The Chief Minion pranced down the stairs and groped beneath my frill - how rude!! Her hand grasped the small plastic box, she jabs at it with her pointy digit and lifted it to her ear.

I heard her say 'hello?'...