Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Captivity, Day One
Through no fault of my own I am trapped in the bathroom all day. This morning Dee Dee put me in here with food, water, and my fuzzy purr pad and then closed the door. What did I do to deserve this treatment? It’s just like when I first arrived at this house and they put me in here for two or three days and didn’t let me have the run of the house. What on earth can this mean?After I’d been in the bathroom a couple of hours, Frank opened the door and I thought I was being set free. But no, he was just putting my litter box in here – are they adding insult to injury? Have I been condemned to a lifetime in the bathroom? Torties must run free – it is our birthright!
The only clue is the sound of a strange machine outside the door and a peculiar smell. And I believe the Dog has also been imprisoned in the bathroom downstairs. I can hear him below me whining in that annoying way he has. I’m not sure how long this will go on, but I may have to make a run for it the next time the door opens.
