Self-Esteem probs

As you know, I am a frequent cat on a leash. I LOVE this leash. About two or three times a week, when it's nice and cool out, Dad or Grandpa take me outside. I love to tromp around the flower bed. Mulch is awesome! Anyhoo, recently I have been reluctant to go out. You see, those outside cats are making fun of me. They keep saying stuff like, "You aren't a real cat; mice can kick your butt; bet you can't even climb, sucky tuxy cat!" Well, after several name callings, my friend Buster came up to play, but I wasn't in the mood. To prove them wrong, I led Dad to Maple. He thought I was going to scratch at it like usual, but no, I had a name to uphold. Instead, I stretched and BAM! Up the tree I went. Dad took me down when I got to the height of his head. The outside cats of course laughed at the thought of having a human stop me, but I proved I could climb! Darn bullies, I'll show them one day!

Later the kittens came over and we wrestled a bit. I'm not used to having a cat be nice to me (besides Buster). Gigi usually hisses when I try to play with her. Oh well, they were a joy. I hope I can get them to call me Uncle Boomer in front of the outside cats. That would be something!

All for now in the country. Moving in a week!