Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.
I was bad again and ran outside. This is why cats repeat the same bad behavior; because, after you repeat the badness, people expect it. The first time I ran out this winter, I got in trouble. This time, MomGoth just got aggravated.
It was no pleasure, I can tell you. The wind was blowing so hard! I had to go out, to see what that odd sound was. Once I got out, though, I had to scrunch down low to keep from getting whirled away to Oz! I acted like MomGoth was capturing me, but she was really rescuing me! (Don’t tell her.)
It was quite a relief to be back indoors, where the air behaves itself!
I hopped up on Mom’s footstool, which she uses to stack magazines, usually. It puts me juuuuust out of her reach unless she stretches. That’s how you know your human loves you; if they bother to stretch to pet you.