The Call of the Wild

There are bugs to chase, cats to fight, insignificant things to be disturbed by... I must get outside. It is necessary. Why then won't this ridiculous Tall Guy let me out? So what if I take my time when I'm out. He should be waiting at the door to let me back in whenever I want to eat the food he gives me.
My strategy now is to hound him and Shorter Guy whenever they walk within 10 feet of an outside door. Eventually this will lead to their exasperation (it already has. I'm pretty sure Tall Guy (hereafter referred to as "The Gatekeeper") threw a total gym at me last night) and they'll let me out in the hopes that I get my comeuppance from neighborhood kids.

Getting Started...

So, as a Cat, I've decided that the world needs to know all my thoughts. Because I'm me. And I'm important. I matter. I'm Steve. I'm not actually sure that anything else exists besides me but I'm willing to take the chance because if there is someone else, that means they get to hear about me.
I named this blog after my owner Lucas (hereafter referred as Tall Guy), as a response to his mostly facetious and fictitious blog about me. All of it's true, though. For the most part anyway. I don't have to be clear. I'm me. Steve. I can do what I want.
I couldn't think of a better subject for Tall Guy to blog about than me. He also blogs about Shorter Guy, too, but Shorter guy doesn't matter that much to me.
So I guess I should let you know a little bit about me.
- I love to be petted.
- I love biting anything that tries to pet me.
- I love drinking running water out of any type of faucet, and I will often stop right in the middle of what I'm doing if I think I hear a faucet running anywhere in the hou