I let Goosie out

In fact I have let her out twice this morning. I'm afraid that my sister is right, that the cat from the next street chased her into the garage. I noticed that it was walking the wall, and went out and looked. No Goosie. I called for her. No Goosie. I walked back to the kitchen door, stopping to pull the drain on the big swamp cooler. Yes, I have just let that water sit there for around two months making mosquitoes. I stand by the kitchen door, waiting to see if the refill thingie will kick in. Goosie comes out from under some wood planks! As more and more water comes her way, she finally decides to come in with me. I think she was hiding from the other cat. This will be a problem.

Goosie is so thin. She acts like she feels fine, and she eats her food, I mean she actually EATS the food instead of just licking the gravy off. She also, every now and again, nibbles on the crunchies. I need to feed her up and get some fat on her. I had to let her out however. She get my attention, and just lies or sits on the bed, just staring at the window. She comes up to me and meows, asking me to let her out, and when I don't, she salvages the bed. I need a new sheet now. This morning, she was doing the bounch from the window to my side on the bed, over and over and over. Crack goes the blinds, followed by the bed jumping from her impact. She wouldn't let me sleep. I told her I would let her out when it was more light. I wanted people to be able to see her. She seem to understand this, yes, and quites down for a while. But, after an half hour, back to the jumping.

I don't want to let her out. It's my hope, that with the colder weather, she will stop wanting to go out. But I will have to let her out come spring. Maybe things will have changed by then.