Hot in herrre

It's been unseasonably bearable in the Washington, D.C., region lately. And we really would enjoy it if Mommy would open the sliding glass door to the balcony. But she can't. Last time it was open, Kadi massacred the screen and played outside all day till Mommy got home. And Mommy never fixed the screen -- she bought a screen repair kit, but she returned it because she needed the money to buy us food.

Anyway, Kadi is meowing up a windstorm, begging Mommy to be ever so kind as to get fresh air in here (I guess I should admit that, for the past two mornings, I've pooped in Kadi's kitty bed. She never uses it anyway. But I like to show my opinion of her whenever possible!) Mommy insists we just have to breathe in the fumes because she can't open the door without Kadi running out again. Bitch. She gets to go outside and get fresh air! Why can't I?