Buddy the Gourd!

I'm free!

June 16, 2004

At my old place, I used to be able to come and go as I pleased. I had the run of the place. When I wanted to go out, I went out. I came in whenever I wanted; well usually. Sometimes I got stuck outside. I've had a lot of adventures. I have a broken tooth and if you look closely you'll notice that I've got a scar on my lip to prove it. But if you saw me, you'd have to admit, I'm still looking pretty good.

Anyway, I've had a lot of adventures, but now, but now, I'm stuck inside all day. Frances is nice to me. She feeds me. Plays with me. Brushes my coat. Changes the cat box fairly frequently. All the important things to a cat. Opens windows so that I can jump up and sit and watch the world go by. But she won't let me go outside.

Today I surprised her. She's kind of crazy. She has all these flowers sprouting up all around the house. She didn't plant them and she knows nothing about plants or flowers. So she is just totally amazed to look outside and see flowers growing. I've actually heard her say out loud, "just how did those flowers get there?"

But anyway, she has been going outside to take pictures of the flowers as they sprout up. Why? Perhaps evidence they existed? Who knows. Yesterday, she was running late but still decided she was going to run out in the back yard with her camera and take a picture of some pinkish red small roses that had just blossomed. She was involved with the camera and I totally surprised her.

For the last couple of weeks I have been pretending that I didn't care any more about going outside. She stopped being careful when coming in and out the door. She had learned to trust me - heh, heh -- her mistake.

So yesterday morning I just sprinted out the back door while she was heading out with her camera.

I was outside! The grass was wet. Immediately my stomach is all wet from the wet grass. Frances is running after me. What should I do? Run? Go for a tree? Darn, there aren't any. Run?!! I squat down in the grass. Frances tackles me. I'm caught. Within the minute I'm back inside.

Once in the house, I run off. I'm afraid she's going to whack me for escaping. But she doesn't. She never seems to do that. But I still fear it. Don't know why.

I enjoyed being outside with the sun directly over my head. It was very nice. I spent the rest of the day upstairs napping on the bed. That was nice too.

- Posted by Smuf at 10:04 AM