OUTSI-EDE? comes the cry. Yes! this means that I won't have climb out of that impossibly small window. The patio door is drawn back. I sprint over, showing a keen interest, only to stop just short of the threshold. I lift my head up sniffing the air. Did I really want to go outside? I'm undecided. The male human starts asking me questions, I ignore him. Then something about he's not going to stand there forever. He can wait. The trees move, was that a bird?! No, just the wind. Still inside, he sounds angry now, asking me to my face what I want. I move my ears the other way, he doesn't get my attention. The door slams, inches short of my nose, doesn't surprise me. I slink off slowly, then suddenly pause to groom my back. Yes, that's all I was going to do anyway. Silly human.

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June 2, 2001