I asked The Mom, in my very sweetest purring voice, "Mom, may I please go outside, as it has been, well....... since forever; the last time I was outside. I will be very careful, I won't eat any grass because it makes me sick all over the floor, I will come when you call, and I won't seek out Mistrie to hassle."
I heard her rummaging in my basket. Then she scooped me up, put me on the bed, and proceeded to put my purple confinement gadget (harness) on me, something I haven't worn for several years. It took her forever because it needed to be resized ( I have put on a few pounds, you see.) She snapped on the blue lead rope and opened the door for me. The sun hit my fur, the dirt squished between my tosies, and the air smelled of spring. I immediately sought out some grass to eat; infraction number one. Then I got stubborn and wouldn't go where she suggested; infraction number two. I went in search of Mistrie, but she hid from me; infraction number three. The Mom said, "enough already," but this is just the tip of the iceburg. I shall return for more fun in the sun. There is no stopping me now.
On a serious note, our furry good friend Shaggy of Little Cat Feet is feeling poorly. Please go visit his blog and send him well-wishes.