Victory! Hollow, Cold, Wet Victory...

I escaped today! Under any other circumstances, an escape - even a brief one, like this was - would have thrilled me from the whiskers to the tip of my little white tail. Unfortunately, today's escape just proved what a useless, pampered house cat I've become.

The door opened a crack while the woman was talking to the neighbor man. I ran outside, with the oldest child fast on my heels, only to discover that there was snow. And snow is cold. And it gets a cat's paws wet. And we live on a busy street. And there is a lot of traffic. And nothing smells familiar around here. I had made it outside, but it wasn't anything like I'd remembered.

I actually turned my tail and found myself running back toward the safety of the house. Sure, I made the girl chase me, barefoot, through the snow, for several minutes first. But, the fact that I ran straight back into this dismal cell called a house can't be denied.

I am a ruined, useless, pitiful excuse for a cat. I think I'll spend the rest of the evening overindulging in kibble and sleeping in the deep, stifling embrace of the blanket chest. It is dark there, and I can lick my emotional wounds in private. Plus, Shane tells me it's one of the most 'comfy' places in the house. After all, if I am going to be forced to live the rest of my life in the lap of luxury, I'd might as well get used to it now. <shudder>