For the last few days I've been putting on a big act. I've been going to the doors and windows and crying my most pitiful cry. I've been trying to tell Mom and Dad that I want to go outside. When the crocodile tears didn't work, I tried scratching at the door (that usually works for Katie's room). Still, they didn't let me out. They kept giving me some lame excuse about the last time I got lost for four days. That wasn't my fault, somehow Stinky is to blame for that, and as soon as I figure out how, I'm gonna smack him for it.I kept up my routine anyway. Usually after a few days of me asking for something continually day and night, they give in. I get lots of bakery goods that way.
Instead, this time Dad came home with a monstronsity. He calls it a harness. I call it a device of torture. He strapped it on me, hooked it to a dog leash, and carried me outside.
Then, he stood there with me! How am I supposed to do adventurous things with a 6' cord that leads straight to Dad.
Trapped like a Dog! How revolting.
I might as well go back inside.
I decided to use his jacket as a scratching post as a proper thank you.
