Hey!  It’s McLaren again, guys.  Mummy told me this week that some cats go outside a lot.  She even said some poor kitties live outside and fend for themselves their whole lives.  How crazy is that?!

I personally don’t like the outside.  It’s scary.   I went outside once and it was horrible.  Mummy put my leash on, which is OK because it’s like a hug, but then she opened the door and I went outside with hp0o—-[[[[ – Hey Laser, get offs the keyboard.  I went outside with her.

But then it all went to disaster.  First I sniffled around and it was OK buts I was cautious.  I gots tangled though.  My lead wents around a plastic chair leg and then the chair moved and it made me jump a mile.  Only when I jumped so did the chair, so I ran the other way and all around and up the wooden wall before Mummy caught me and took me inside.

I was still a frightened though, so as soon as she puts me down I ran again and the lead was pulled from her hand.  It gots stuck under a door in the lounge and I got trapped halfway up the stairs and then I peed everywhere.

Luckily Mummy rescued me and Laser came to check me with her puffy tail.  She wouldn’t let Mummy near me for a while just to make sure I was OK.  But then we all calmed down and it was fine.

Now when Mummy opens the door I go upstairs to the spare bedroom and hide as best as I can.  It is much nicer inside.

Looking out the window is just fine for me.

Have a nice week, friends.

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