The Devil Cat's Adventure (as narrated by Simba)

Today I decided to seize the day. I have been staring out of screened windows all week long, waiting for the perfect opportunity. The boy's birthday party was today, and I just knew that in all the hustle and bustle I could make my escape. I planned it very carefully. The cuddly one had already left with the old one and the tail-pulling baby. The tall one was trying to herd the boy and the loud middle boy out the door, and he just didn't see me until too late. I was free! But the instant I was out the door, I knew I'd made a mistake. The light was soo bright, the ground was all hard, and it was so dirty! I wanted to get back in but the tall one was coming at me, and I panicked. I raced off for the nearest large green-thing that I could hide under. I was really hoping that someone would just rescue me at that point. Outside was turning out to be a lot more stressful than it looked like from the window-sill. Well, I waited for a rescue, but the next thing I heard was the great thundering roar of the tall one starting up his noisy wheel-machine and driving off with the boys! There was nothing else I could do. I had to make the best of it. I might have stayed under the green bushy-thing all day... but then I saw one of those tweeting flying things. It was so close, I was sure I could catch it. I practiced my very best stalker-pose. I focused, I took a deep breath and I pounced! The bird must have gotten frightened by the dog that was walking by, because really my technique was absolutely perfect. I did what any self-respecting cat would do and started to fix my fur. Wouldn't you know that dog decided to chase me! Those slobbering beasts have no manners. I would have stayed around to give it a lesson, but I really wanted to go exploring down by the lake anyway. I could smell that wonderful fishy-smell from blocks away. Most cats don't like water very much, but I have no such hindrances. I spent the rest of my day of freedom down by the waterside, basking in the sun and dabbling my paws in the water every once in a while. Unfortunately as the sun went down I realized that I really wanted my gourmet kibble dinner, and I wasn't going to find anyone but my cuddly-mama to give it to me. So I made my way back to the neighbor's yard, but those old fogey cats of theirs had already eaten all their food. As I was scouting around for any left-overs, my sharp-eared mama heard my bell ringing on my collar. (Good thing they left the windows open!) She rushed outside and finally I was rescued. Dinner never tasted so good. Would you believe I even missed the tail-pulling one enough to play with him... a little...