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.
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.
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.