In the spare bedroom the sheets have been stripped from the bed. The pillows are stacked awaiting pillow cases and the duvet is folded neatly at the foot.
We sit in the lounge doing human stuff. Emo appears and stands in front of us. He watches silently for a moment, then lets out a single, plaintive and very distinct Burmese 'meeoooow'. All we can do is shrug our shoulders and say: