Prison

I have been incarcerated for several days now. Yes, I now have a prison record. My trainer has convinced momma and daddy to keep me in an exercise pin that is set on top of plastic. In this pin is a crate, one toy, water and food and a cat potty with a piece of sod in it. The whole purpose of this is to train me NOT to go to the bathroom on the carpet. I am not allowed on the carpet until I learn to go to the bathroom on the grass. Thus far, I have learned to climb out of the pin using my crate as a step. To prevent me from escaping, the humans have removed my hard crate and replaced it with a soft one so I can't stand on it. Not one to give into defeat, I have now started digging my way out. Daddy says he is afraid to look at the carpet because he is certain I have damaged it.

It's not like I don't like it here, because I do, it's just that I don't want to be isolated. I want to be with my people, Coco Rose and even Simba. Daddy says the day I go potty on the grass that is in the cat box he is going to celebrate. Until then, if someone has a get out of jail free card, I would appreciate it if you sent it to me.

Puff