Big Fight

I got out yesterday while Dad was trying to go to work. I immediately dashed under the car where he wouldn't be able to catch me. When a cat that was up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my dad got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bellaire." Actually, I was working on explaining to this ruffian calico how this was my back yard now and he better clear out. He was starting to look scared when Dad stepped in. Realizing the danger that he was in the middle of, I quickly made my move and sent the bum running. I chased him out to the edge of the yard. All the thanks that Dad gave me was putting me in the basement and telling me how I was "cornered under the car" and "about to get crushed." So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue parents just don't understand.