Free At Last

I've always been admired for my high spirits and Thursday morning was no exception. Spurred on by my recent weight loss (as dear mama projects her fear of being fat onto me) I am turning more and more into an elite athlete.
I managed to punch the plastic door out of the cat flap in the back door by repeatedly and consistently battering it with my two front paws. Wonderful I thought, an uninterrupted view into the back garden and a marvellous vantage point for me to keep my eye out for prowlers and the postie.
Dear Mama however did not share my enthusiasm and she stuffed a yoga mat through the hole. She was worried I'd be issued with an asbo from the upstairs neighbours as every time they walked past our door they were greeted by me barking insanely. I was wild with grief. The postie always gives me a biscuit if he sees me when he's out on his rounds and having a gaping hole in the back door made it possible for me to beg whenever he delivered our letters.
Oh mama really can be a spoil sport sometimes!
All was not lost. On Thursday when I heard the mail van door shut I immediately started scrabbling at the yoga mat. Hearing the postie's footsteps on the path my heartbeat raced. I knew I had to be quick. Just as the mail dropped to the floor I managed to finally clear the obstruction and fire my tiny body through the cat flap.
That was me free, free, free at last. Outside, untethered and jumping like a jack in the box gleefully hoping for biscuits.
The postie though alerted mama to my liberated state. She immediately rushed to the back door and I was commanded back inside. I didn't go back though until she gave me chocolate.
I fear now that dear mama is most annoyed with me. She has parked my nemisis right in front of the cat flap. Mr Dyson!!!!