One night I was "captured" by this guy and girl.  They stuffed me in a car....but they forgot to roll up the window so I was able to escape.  They didn't give up, and I was soon lured again by their trickery (I'm a sucker for chasing moving hands, strings, etc.).  Well, they took me back to the guy's house and I soon begain to like having a roof over my head.....on my terms, though.  He still let me out and would leave the door open for me at night so I could come and go as I liked.  He fed me decent enough and he'd play "chase" with me outdoors.  But I was sold when he bought me a little feather thing with a bell.  Then one day a dog chase me up a tree...all the way to the top I climbed; it was so  high.  It soon got windy and I was scared.  I didn't know it then but my dad saw it all happen; he then climbed up the tree and was able to reach out and get me.  Needless to say, I've been his little sweetie every since.  We became really good pals; we used to go camping together and he would take me to the park while he studied.  I wish I saw him more, but he's still in Texas.  I guess he thought it best to have me live with my grandparents since he was moving around a lot....school doesn't look all that fun.  I like it here fine; I have two brothers (one I really like, but the other is kind of a fuddy duddy 'cuz he's older).  Even though the food is better here and I have a real yard, I miss him.