My Uncle’s Dog, Princess

Just imagine you’re me for a moment. Imagine you wander out into your yard as ¬†you normally do (escaping through the front door by darting between or around the humans’ legs). Imagine you run into this thing in the video. Imagine how fast you’d run away. That was me with my uncle’s dog, Princess. I’m still unsure of that whole going outside thing, even though Princess has gone back home now. Mom thinks that’s good, but I miss tearing around the house in a happy catnipped high!