Warning!!: The outside world is a terrifying place. Just ask Rooney. He has been outside a grand total of 3 times in his life (not counting the time Sam and I took the boys outside as little kittens) and 2 out of three times it has been pouring rain outside
rendering him soaking, freezing and miserable. And 2 out of 3 times it has also been dark. Hey, what's that thing with the ringed tail and a mask on - it looks like it could kill me!!! So now we have an established pattern for when he bolts out the front door.
Each time he's done it recently, he's somehow found his way to the back door and runs back inside drenched and scared out of his mind. I dry him off with a tea towel and he goes downstairs to the Muskoka Room to sleep off the nightmare of the outside world on the bed. I imagine Rufus might venture around a little if he ever went outside. But Rooney is all impulse and then regret. "What have I done?" he thinks, I've traded a life of warmth and delicious Seafood pate for darkness and wet misery - I'm a fur-brained idiot!". Rooney would have made a piss-poor explorer. Queen Isabella most likely would have recognized this and not given him a boat. xxx dad
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