Getting Out of the House

Over the past few days I started to get cabin fever.

It wasn't because I didn't have any patio time.

It was because I didn't get any nighttime recons.

I had to find other ways to unwind.

By the time Caturday rolled around I had worked

myself into a little ball of stress.

Mom and Daddy began to act like they were going 

out somewhere.

I didn't know where, but I knew I wanted no part of it!

Mom decided it was in my best interest to go with them.

I was in complete disagreement.

At our first stop Mom held me in her arms to comfort me.

I began to perk up when a huge black bird landed nearby.

When we began driving again, I chose the security 

of my traveling bag.

I was still unconvinced that this outing was good for me.

It wasn't long, however, that I began to feel better.

I had abandoned my bag so I could better

observe my surroundings.

I can't say I liked it when big vehicles went

by my window,

but I was beginning to really enjoy my car ride.

By the time we got home I was feeling much better!

I had to admit that Mom knew best after all.

Unfortunately, I STILL didn't get a nighttime recon.

So, by the time Sunday rolled around, I was mopey again.

At least Auntie and Uncle visited.

I enjoyed hanging out in the living room 

with my humans.

Mom proved to be a reliable source of affection.

So I settled in for a nap next to her on the couch.

At least I can go on nighttime recons in my dreams.

>^.^<