It's pleasant out here and I enjoy a Spring saunter as much as anycat, but The Woman hasn't given the whole story.
I was in The Room, relaxing in the sun in my small bed That Child sometimes uses. The silly creature called SnugglePuppy was there but I can ignore him--or (yes, I'll admit it) snuggle up against him. (He's pleasantly soft and squooshy.)
I was napping and suddenly became aware of a disturbance in the Force. I was obliged to leave my comfy place very quickly and mark my displeasure by requiring The Woman to let me out of the house.
Disgusting, isn't it? I blame The Woman.
Discipline in the home is the linchpin of Order.
