I really wanted to hang out on the should-be catio, and my human said I could.
Somebody wanted to tag along. Can you tell I was not that thrilled?
Luckily, we wanted to explore completely different things.
Binga wandered around on the counter and looked for treats (she did not find any).
I stood on the dog house and looked around.
See that middle planter? That’s where my catnip was… before that gardener ripped it out by its roots!
It’s kind of depressing.
Uh-oh, the dog is back. I’m outta here.