So sorry for leaving you all in suspense while poor Fletcher's life hung in the balance!
My friends will be pleased to note that after much begging and pleading (also with a little help from Mummy who wrestled The Monster to the floor and ripped off his entire tummy to retrieve Fletcher from his lint-covered prison), Fletcher is safe!
He was in relatively good spirits after his ordeal, bouncing around and saying he would know what to do about it if that Great Oaf Monster ever tried any funny business like that again. Fletcher, er, did need a bit of a bath, and Mummy thought it judicious to simply wash him with the towels - he came out sparkling white and smelling like flowers!
Now, to keep him from tearing into The Monster, I keep Fletcher as far away as possible when Mummy is walking the fell beast.
Thanks ever so for all the support and encouragement - it is an ordeal Fletcher will not soon forget!