I raced out the door.
Until Mom and Dad said I could go outside!
So out I went. It lasted for three days. Then I pounced on a stray cat someone dropped off.
No, the stray cat wasn’t Mindy. We touch noses lots. And if I get too pouncy Mindy TELLS me to knock it off. She never BITES me!
(To tell the truth, I just wanted to play. I understand differently now.)
That stray cat bit my leg…bad. It swelled up and up and up. I wouldn’t let Mom touch it to see what was going on, If Mom tried to I bit MOM!
So, Off We Went to the Vets.
Yep…money, money, money later…I came home with a chicken leg instead of a cat leg. And guess what!
I have to stay inside until the scab falls off!
But – don’t let it fool you—I AM going BACK outside. And THAT is THAT!