The Outside does look scary.

But if I wanna be sure my momma is out there, somewhere, Some Day I will have to be brave.

First I see metal, and rubber, and four spinning black whirlpools.

I also see trees, topped with spiky green fur.

And I see clouds, fluffy and white, good enough to sleep on.

Good enough to fly over.

If I could fly.

I shake my head.

"No!"

If I want to find cat momma, I have to be focused.

I have to sharpen my senses.

Watch carefully.

Listen.

Sniff.

Sniff so hard, you fall on the ground panting.

"Mew!"

Concentration is key.

Oh a butterfly!

"Focus!"

After many attempts, I still have not made any progress in finding cat momma.

Maybe tomorrow.