Dear Diary,
 
Today, after 4697 days of confinement, I was allowed in the Out! The sun was shining, and mum said “It’s warm enough for a postbox run” and I was Allowed. In. The. OUT!!!
I went to the other door, and checked what’s there! (It smelled funny. I had to make a face.) We went to the post box! And back again! In the Barn! To the chickens!
There is a metal wheely thing outside the door. It has many little pots inside with little stickers in them. They all smell like mum’s gloves. Poopy. God knows why she filled them with rotting poop, but who am I to judge. I wanted to paw one, but she wouldn’t let me.
I chased a chicken! It was awesome!!
(Until the chicken chased me. Not so awesome.)
And then I had to go back in again. 　
That wasn’t so awesome. I shall start counting again.
She did come in with a stick and a flag on it. And we play-played!
That was fun, but then she left and play-played with the horses instead.
Now she even closed the window! My cunning plan to push the mesh out has been foiled!
 
Yours, trapped inside,
 
Pixie, the naked, imprisoned cat.
 
P.S. Send treats. Mum says she doesn’t have any.
P.P.S. I think she is lying.

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