Pj had just woken up from a good nap. He padded into his kitchen and meowed to his owner. His owner looked down at him and said something in twoleg. He got up and went to the cabeniet. He gabbed a bag of cat food and walked over to PJ's bowl to give him some breakfast. Along the way, PJ like to jump up and play with the soft, strip of something that hung off of the twoleg's coat. He put on the coat every morning and took it off during the day. Then, he put it on again at night until PJ curled up on it and fell asleep.

When his owner got to his food dish, he filled it half way and PJ dove into is bowl of delicous breakfast. As PJ munched away, he thought about the miserable rain. He wanted to go outside and explore. He also kept wondering where Moony was and where she disappered to. He hadn't seen her in a while. Pj finished up and pawed at the window. He wanted to go and scratch his claws, climb on the fence, run in the grass, and even make dirt in the garden! Pj sighed. Would he ever get out?