I am now a much travelled cat but locked in

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I get it. Get into cat basket and entertain human with cat version of "are we nearly there yet?" for hours and hours and hours. Or well, the human says not as much as that. Then the world changes from woods and trees to this big house where I can not go into the garden. They say it is because I will get lost/killed on a road/eaten by a fox. I say I always know where I am. I can't be lost if I know that, can I? Never mind, the food is good and I am getting spoiled rotten by the older human and my are the beds comfy round here. I suppose if I were a kitten and not nearly 100 I would object more. But when do we get to go back home?