So everybody wants to eat grilled meat and make noise already in the name of independence. Big deal. I'm independent too. Don't think so? Go ahead. Why don't you let me out of the door, and we'll see who is independent. I can pick off mice and birds like you wouldn't believe. I don't need your hand outs. Hell, I'll even take down a bat if it gets in my face. You know I will. Now let me go for a damn walk, will you? I know you worry about me, but I'll be back. I promise. I still like the inside world too. And okay, if you must know, the food you give me often tastes better than the stuff I can scare up outside. But, that's not my fault. It's something they eat. They're all picking in the garbage or something, and I don't want to taste that when I chomp down on them. I do have a sophisticated palette, you know. Thank you very much.

Tags: Meat, Mice, Birds