Hey! It’s McLaren again, guys. Mummy told me this week that some cats go outside a lot. She even said some poor kitties live outside and fend for themselves their whole lives. How crazy is that?!
I personally don’t like the outside. It’s scary. I went outside once and it was horrible. Mummy put my leash on, which is OK because it’s like a hug, but then she opened the door and I went outside with hp0o—-[[[[ – Hey Laser, get offs the keyboard. I went outside with her.
But then it all went to disaster. First I sniffled around and it was OK buts I was cautious. I gots tangled though. My lead wents around a plastic chair leg and then the chair moved and it made me jump a mile. Only when I jumped so did the chair, so I ran the other way and all around and up the wooden wall before Mummy caught me and took me inside.
I was still a frightened though, so as soon as she puts me down I ran again and the lead was pulled from her hand. It gots stuck under a door in the lounge and I got trapped halfway up the stairs and then I peed everywhere.
Luckily Mummy rescued me and Laser came to check me with her puffy tail. She wouldn’t let Mummy near me for a while just to make sure I was OK. But then we all calmed down and it was fine.
Now when Mummy opens the door I go upstairs to the spare bedroom and hide as best as I can. It is much nicer inside.
Looking out the window is just fine for me.
Have a nice week, friends.