Hi cats -- Kit here.
This week I've been making my mom a little crazy. When she opens the front door to our apartment when she gets home from work, I run out into the hall. I don't go very far -- I just sharpen my claws on the carpet and then I ask to go back inside -- but she's worried that I'll make a run for it. I do the same thing when she opens the back door to go outside. I run outside. I can't help it! I don't want to go far. I just want to see what's out there. She worries I'll run away. But why would I leave a sweet deal like I've got here? I've got a mom waiting on me hand and foot. I've got a sisfur who I like most of the time. Yeah, I've got it pretty good.