The Great Outdoors

Holy cowbell! That's a freaky looking eyeball-less, turmeric-stained cat!

Nowhere as pretty as you, my puss. Look how cute and chubby (and not angry looking) you were back then. Aww... now go show it to the roomie and get her to feed you more!

I started feeling better after that reversal injection, and man, it's like I've got the munchies ever since! Maybe it's coz my teeth don't hurt like a bitch anymore or I lost a life in the incident, but man. Hungry hungry!

The other day, we found ourselves a little peeping tom. Look at the fatty on the edge of the roof:

We watch the watcher. The great staredown.

Look at him taunt us! With his bored expression, static-cling fur explosion, and quite simply, his effortless FREEDOM!
Smug blue-eyed bastard.

So finally today, the momkins let us out to the yard for a smidge.

So okay, so I have a problem with lunging for any form of chlorophyll, chowing it down, and then throwing it up on the carpet. Big deal.

So fine, I did that to a bunch of lilies once and nearly died and had to have emergency treatment. So what? That's a stupid excuse to treat me like a prisoner.

I mean, look at my desperate and pathetic joy upon breathing the fresh scent of freedom!

Mmmm gravel! I love the! I rolleth around in thee!


Oh look! Green! Nom nom nom! So much to eat so little time!

Nuu! Chomp-blocked by the Dadster! Boo!

And then the prison warden rang her sinister bells. So I'm back indoors. Blogging. On a beautiful sunny day.


Damn it. I be hungry. Feed me, woman!
-R

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