A ROOM WITH A VIEW

Springtime has arrived
and the patio door is now opened practically all of the time.
Birds are flying by,
people are walking by,
the breeze brushes against my whiskers
and I feel something inside
I just can't explain...

Ticklebear keeps an ever watchful eye on me,
and strictly forbids me to go outside.
I don't even know why he's like that with me.
It is kind of frustrating.
So...

Don't tell him what I do
while he's out...
Purrrrrring!!