The Cellar is no place for a cat

I tried all day to practice my new found musical talents but I could not get the big white door to open that lets me out of the room under the house with the dirt floor.  Eventually I heard some foot steps and I meowed a lot and that seemed to get the door to open.  Some doors don't just open when you stare at them; you have to also meow.  I'm really interested in going outside and when I'm outside I want to go in, do you know the feeling?

People like it when you make sounds.  Just staring at the door that covers the food only opens it sometimes.  At night I always stare at it and then make a noise.  Sometimes though one of the little people will wake someone up and bring them down stairs and I don't need to make the noise.  I also find making noise while running through a doorway is fun.

Today I made sure to get out through that big white door before it closed and I was down below all day.  The cellar is no place for a cat.  I keep going down there though.  This is how I ended up in all this trouble - going places I don't belong.  That is how I broke my tail.  I was able to make it back home after that and fourtunately these people were smart enought to take me to a vet.  It's really a doctor and they have some of them who were never even in the military so I don't get it, but the Vet helped me fix my bladder and now I can pee by myself again (what a relief).  Those people squeezing the pee out of me was annoying.