...to Tig.
Dear Tig, sorry to scare you so much, I was doing some exercises. From your horrified expression I realise that you thought I'd died on the floor. Don't worry, I won't be doing that again. You will just have to live with a crocked owner with a bad back, if the sight of me doing some back-stretching exercises is so traumatic.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, now get your claws out of my ankle.
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