One day, I was happily playing video games when one of the dogs came running up to me, all excited.
"Guess what!" he said.  "Mama said I could have a campout in the backyard for my birthday with two of my
friends and I picked you and Fat Stewie!"

I was flattered that ol' whatsisface considered me to be his good friend, so I agreed.

Here is the dog (his name is Rambo, I peeked at his tag) and Fat Stewie in the actual tent we got to sleep in.
I am not in this picture because I saw a spider and went back inside.   Rambo begged me to come back out, and
eventually I did, but only because it was his birthday.

Fat Stewie got Rambo a  brand new tennis ball for his birthday.

Here they are playing catch with it.  They are not standing very far apart because Fat Stewie doesn't throw very far.

Don't worry, I kept myself busy.

Then we got to cook outside.  Rambo and Fat Stewie were pleased, but I didn't think my burger was quite
done.  I took it back in and microwaved it.

Mommy said why don't we get ready for bed, and we agreed, even though it was still light out.  It is a good thing
it was still light, cause then I could see quite well enough to run inside when Rambo told a scary ghost story.

Here is Rambo and Fat Stewie, all tucked into bed for the night.  Where is your favorite kitty, Trouble, in this picture, you ask?

No trouble at all, really.  I really do think I should be an inside kitty.  The great outdoors is not my favorite thing.