The world outside calls me, my humans just smile benignly and stroke my head.
My pleas for freedom are misunderstood as cries for food - I eat (just to please them......)
It would be a shame not to of course, all those biscuits there....just for me.....
My inner Yorkshire wild cat (well, I was a stray briefly) wants to frolic over the hills - I am trapped. (Oh well, back to eating biscuits).
I could get used to eating my biscuits with such a wonderful view.
Today I caught glimpse of my walking harness - oh hateful harness of cruel torture - how could a wild soul such as I be contained by such crude devices.
(oh oh careful catfriend - I should not show such *ExcITE*MenT* when I know my walkies harness is being put on! Woop Woop Woop!!)
I hunt the great outdoors - I forge forward bravely and pounce on something
Strange creatures offend my Yorkshire-wild-cat soul.
I growl fiercely.
(But from a safe distance coz I don't really want them to hear....just in case they like eating small domestic fluffy defenceless kittens - like me....)
I might give my walkies a miss until those white fluffy smelly baaa-making animals have gone away.
Bright and early, I survey the horizon with my catscan eyes - those woolly things are not there...but the field is full of feather-covered twittery treats - I have to inspect.
Get up human - I need biscuits - get my harness - I want walkies NOW! (well, breakfast first - a girlcat has to be ready for wild cat action)
Ooh-err - white woolly fluffy baaa creatures - think I want to go back to our trundling box on wheels for a while please..
Phew, safe again, think I will nap here for a while and catch some sun rays.
Hateful imprisonment once again - how my humans show no respect for a Yorkshire WILDcat - sheesh. Never mind, I'll yell for food as soon as I step into the kitchen - that'll teach them to take me away from the hills.