P.S.

This is what I forgot to write about tonight. It happened before I howled.
When mistress first let me out this evening, I looked at her like I wanted something. She tried letting me in, but I didn't want in.

Then she figured out that I wanted her to come outside with me. Yay fur her. Then, making sure that she watching, I cast a longing glance at one of my toys, which was sitting on top of the exercise bike out of my reach. She got it down for me and threw it. I went after it, picked it up, and ran all over the back yard with it. I shook it, and then I left it in the back yard. Then I wanted inside.