Boots-

Well, I used to be able to roam the streets as I please, but my mom reminds me that's how I turned from one cat into four, and she won't let me out anymore, even though she had that man in the white coat take my babymaker out. But sometimes I sneak! The easiest times is when she's bringing in those plastic bags that are so yummy but somtimes hug you too tight that are full of nice things to eat, or when she's bringing in hot clothes from the white box in the little house outside. Sometimes I decide a snack from the stuff in the bags or a snooze in the hot clothes is better though. I taught my boy kid how to run past her legs, too, and since he's twice my size he gets by more than me. But my girl kids are too afraid most of the time. When I'm ready to come back in I stand on the pumpkin on the porch and try to take the screen off. I don't know why, because I still wouldn't know how to get the clear wall off once I got the screen off! But my mom always hears me and comes and gets me. But mostly all four of us sit side by side with our chins on the window sill and watch all the leaves and birds and trash fly by the window. It's not so bad, though. I mostly have to stay inside now, but the tradeoff is I'm never hungry like I was alot before, and I have a warm, dry place to sleep in winter and a cool place to chill in the summer. And a few tummies to make biscuits on when I feel like it. And a big white bowl that's always full of water. Can't find that stuff on the streets, Boots, so don't be feeling too sorry for yourself!