A New Adventure Begins

Well, I'm getting side-tracked again.  This post was supposed to be on how I got started on Twitter.  But, it's kind of been an exciting two-week period, so I just had to share it with you. 

You see, last summer (my first summer wth my adoptive family, I kept begging to go outside.  And, on occasion, would even sneak out of the house, scaring M and D half to death.  So, after much thinking on M's part and begging on my part,  she contacted @BabyPatches mama at http://www.nipandbones.com/ and started asking questions about leashes and harnesses.  Den M went to her sewing table and got some long string-like thingy called a tape measur and wrapped it around my belly.  I didn't like dat very much, but thought, oh what the heck, if it gets me outside, I'll let her have her fun.  I thought dat stringy thingy was kind of fun to play with anyway.

About a week later the mailman brought a package.  When M opened it, she showed me this red strappy thingy, and I even played with it for a few minutes. 

Den, before I knew what was even happening, she scooped me up and carried me to my perch where she tried to get dat red thingy on me!  Well, let me tell you friends, I wasn't having anything to do with wearing dat thing.  No way - no how!   I did put up a good fight.  She finally gave up. "Whew" - I thought - I guess I showed her who is the boss.

Later dat night after D got home, he scooped me up took me to my perch, and it took the two of them to put the harness on me. It was a miserable thing to wear and felt really funny.  I showed my dispproval by rolling around on the floor - over and over again.  Finally, they took it off.  I was hoping they really got the message this time.  After all, how many times do I have to tell dem I don't like it.

Two days later, M picked me up again and put dat blasted thing on me.  I tried fighting really hard, but (sigh) she won dis battle.

M took me outside and set me on the patio.  So, I rolled around out there until I saw something interesting - hmmm - long grass to chew.  "Hey - wait a minute - I haven't eaten grass since I roamed the streets.," I said to myself.  After chowing down on the grass, I started rolling over and over again and looked at M with my pleading eyes - "get this thing off me."  So, we went back in the house.

Two days later she captured me after a peaceful afternoon lap and put dat thingy called a harness on me.  I didn't struggle too much dis time cuz I began to suspect dat I might get to go outside.  Sure enough.  Dis time I walked along the flower bed (minus flowers cuz I guess it's something bout being too cold in WI yet.)  Here's my picture taking dat stroll.  M said I lasted about 15 minutes outside dat day before I started rolling around again.

The next day, the same thing happened.  Only I didn't struggle when she put the harness on (even tho I still don't know why I have to wear the darn thing).  We were outside for about 30 minutes dat day.  It was kind of nice until M started ripping dead-looking stuff off something called a trellis.  It made a very scary noise.  I jumped and started running away from the noise.  So, M said "dat's enough for today" and brought me back in the house.

We were just outside again yesterday.  M said I was out there for about 45 minutes, but she brought me back in the house because I kept wanting to go in the neighbor's yard or crawl under the fence in back.  I just don't understand why I can't go there, so I got mad at her and put the bitey on her when she picked me up.  (She laughed at me, cuz  if you  remember - I has no toothies).  Then she told dad to get a piece of some kind of thing called clothes-line rope and to attach a hook to it so she doesn't have to lead me around everywhere.  He's supposedly working on the project as we write this story. 

So, friends, I really hate to admit it, but I've decided it's not too terribly bad wearing dat thing as long as I get outside.  It's fun to smell all the smells and sniff around.  We have bunnies and squirrels in our yard and I could definately smell them in the grass and along the fence.  I still wish I didn't have to wear the thing, but if it means getting outside for a bit, den I guess I can tough it out. 

Now, I promise dat next week I'll tell you the story of Ladycat3 and how I got on Twitter.