My new house

So I got a new house from Mum & Dad. They say it’s because I’m always running outside when we have visitors, and that I even stay outside when it’s raining. They didn’t want me to come in each time like a wet tod. And they didn’t like the idea that I had to search shelter under the shrubbery.

So they bought me this ‘smurf’ house and assembled it yesterday. It is cute. It is nice. It seems warm. Easy to maintain. Nothing but advantages. But I don’t trust it! I sniffed on it. I walked around it. But I don’t go inside.

Mum says she will wait till I go in. Dad thinks I will never get into it. And I? I don’t know… yet.

Cats rule. But are sometimes uncertain.