I love to go outside. Every day. Unless it rains of course. I don't like that very much. Well, not at all really. But this week Mara only had one Mara-at-home-day and that meant I had to spend most of my time inside. So, I slept a lot. On top of the cupboard. On paper on the couch. On the floor. On the cat cushion in the hall. And on top of the scratch pole upstairs.
I did go out once or twice. On Mara-at-home-day I tried to catch a birdie. Mara didn't have the flashy thing, but I can tell you: I was within milimeters of the bird! [ahem, milimeters? It looked more like a meter to me!] I let the bird get away though. Plenty more chances later in the summer.
|was it a mouse? or a bug? or a tiny tiny tiny alien?|
Yesterday I was allowed out for a few hours. This time Mara did have the flashy thing ready, but she never saw what I saw! But it was really interesting! Really it was!! Anyway, after that it was time to go inside again. I needed a sleep.
Just to say: a huge miaow and coocoo and big kiss to Mara's Papa. He is 70 today! Hurray...