It has been 128 days since my captivity began.
The wardens are doing less picking me up to hold me and more touching me when I am in my tree.
Lady Warden also always wants to take pictures of me and I do not like the camera in my face. She did snap this one to try and show everyone the pretty orange in my very, very soft fur.
Being told I am pretty does not make up for being a prisoner who has to pose.
Now on to what is the big deal.
My wardens are over the moon that I have started to play when they aren't around. Most importantly for them, I have started to play with a little foam green ball. They call it my Precious. Apparently Zaphod, who was a dog and I am sure I saw him around when I was feral, loved a ball too. It was his Precious, so now I have one as well. I don't see what the big deal is that I have found something to help me pass my time here. One can only sleep like 19 hours a day.
I have been known to take it into the windowsill with me and I actually hid it in my food bowl in the windowsill (it was up there to keep Tigris and Styx out of my food).
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| Me guarding my ball |
| Keeping it safe |
I don't see what the big deal is, but the wardens are happy.
Lanie, prisioner 3 who has a ball as a friend.

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