Trying to get outside

I have noticed over the weeks how often the Dog gets to go outside. Practically whenever he wants. Now Poppy has taken to standing and the door and meowing and looking pitiful till someone opens the slider and let her out.

She even left the back yard through a hole in the fence to visit with another cat in the driveway!!

It isn't fair.

When I'm let out, it isn't but a few minutes and I can hear the thundering paws of Wishbone and Mom and Dad saying "Go get Cheetah!". He thinks he's a darn herding dog, but he's so enthusiastic about chasing me that I admit to freaking out a little and headed toward the door as fast as I can go.

The funny thing is, I can slip between the rails on the deck and be right at the door. Wishbone is too dumb to know that he still can't fit between those slats and tries to get through to chase me right into the house. The few seconds it takes him to figure out that he's not going to fit through this time and either and then run to the stairs gives me time to get in the house and feel safe again.

They all say that I'm the baby. I'm no baby and I want to be given the same respect the Poppy and Wishbone gets. It's just not fair. It's not fair.

That's my complaint for today.

Otherwise, I've got lots of places to run here. I've even lost a pound or so with all my running around. Mom and Dad laugh when they hear my footsteps pounding upstairs while I play imaginary games. I like to look down on the living room from the open hallway upstairs. It makes me feel important and like I'm surveying my world.

Mom and Dad think it's cute. Sheesh. I get no respect for being the Cheetah I am.