My outside time has been restricted to absolutely zilch. Mandy says only good cats are allowed outside, and since she caught me fishing (not just once) I am locked inside. I have begged, pleaded, cried, loved, snuggled, and flipped to try and apologize to Mandy so I can go outside and fish some more, but she sees right through me, and refuses to let me out. Mandy says when it warms up this weekend, maybe I can go out again.
I know there are three cardinal rules for outside behavior:
1. No Frog Chomping
2. No Bug Munching
3. No Fishing
But I cannot help it, those fish are huge! They would make a tasty meal. Those fish just swim around and around. It is like they have a life in that little tub. Whatever, I know that no matter how much Mandy protests our fishing—she is just growing those fish to feed us.
The worst part of all of this is that no matter what I do, Mandy says I am a bad cat. Every time I ask to go outside, she says “Bad Cats cannot go outside.” It is really a downer to hear “bad cat” over and over. So when she tried to play with my toy today, I flipped my tail at her, and walked away. Bad Cats do not play with toys Mandy.
Well, I am going to ask to go outside again. It is unlikely, but maybe Mandy will change her mind if I keep asking.
Peyton
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It sounds like Peyton needs to go for a swim with the fish.
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