Lanie's Log - Becoming a Player

 It has been 219 days since the cat redistribution system made me a prisoner in the big house.

There were some big changes last week. A second robot litter had been purchased and put on a tray in my cell. Well some cat (no proof but our best guess is Tigris), insisted on peeing on the tray and not in the litter. So the litter was removed from the cell, put in the bathroom with the other litter and my cell was closed. Now I do not have the cell. I heard Lady Warden talking about turning my cell into a foster room . . . . Man Warden was seen rolling his eyes (but did not say no, so time will tell).

They did move my tree (I have claimed it) back to where it had been before my imprisonment. I do enjoy it there, watching the birds and squirrels and other cats and chipmunks and all the things.

Since I am not in my cell, I am out and about more and I want to play, play, play! I love playing. Who would have knowing playing was the best thing! I am the most playful cat the Wardens have ever imprisoned. They never would have imagined I would want to play so much.  I even will demand play. 

I threw the ball at the Lady Warden to tell her to put her stuff down and play!

Well at times I may resent it some, I must admit, life isn't half bad at the big house. Maybe the cat re-distribution system was on to something when I showed up at this door.

Lanie - Prisoner #3 (who will keep this title forever as a reminder of where I came from)