It has been 51 days since my capture. It has been 2.5 weeks since my surgery and my regular use of gabapentin.
I still remain a very cranky cat. I am not happy with any of this. I don't care it was -25C/-13F without the wind this week. I don't like living in my prison. It is not made cuter by the Lady warden calling it Lanie's room. It is not made more fun by the Lady warden making up little songs and dancing (she is a terrible singer and dancer).
In spite of my anger and misgivings (which is a very polite word way to say it), apparently my progress is very exciting to not only my wardens, but the people they are sharing my story with. Apparently, people ask about me. I don't like this, I don't like people. I don't want people talking to me or about me.
The Lady warden says I should share some of this week's progress. Styx showed he spends some supervised time at a distance from me. If we are too close, we both hiss. Mostly we just stare at each other.
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| This is where I spend my time if the warden's are in my room |
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| Lady Warden got a licky treat stick and I begrudgingly started to eat from it. Licky is good, even if people are bad. |
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| Eating off the stick wasn't enough for the Lady warden, sometimes, she requires me to take a little licky off her finger. Don't worry, she gets told off with hisses and growls before I ever so gently lick the food off. |
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| There have even been some small attempt to touch me. So far, I have not bitten anyone. |
The wardens are very excited about all of this. I am wondering if Stockholm syndrome is starting.
you are very wise... and we think that is something from sweden...
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