Lanie's Log - Entering Month 3

 I have now been held prisoner for  almost 2 full months. While I continue to resist assimilation, I apparently continue to make progress.

Those who follow the Lady warden on social media will have seen video of me take a few steps in the windowsill to get treat. I will now also eat my dinner in front of them, if they put it on the windowsill. When the boy cat is in the room, he may hiss at me, but I don't hiss back. I did put my teeth on the Lady warden when she offered me licky and I was grumpy, but she just looked right at me, and I didn't bite her. I continue to refuse to come down, even to the top of my tree, when the people are in the room. 

Because of my great progress, I have joined my version of the hat tax.  I hiss a lot at all the new stuff Lady puts near me.  

I have no idea why Lady warden thinks this is the perfect pillow for me.

Jack-O-Lanie, prisioner 3

Wordless Wednesday - Festival of Lights

 

Tuesday's with Tigris - I tried

 I tried to show Lady that I have far more value helping in the kitchen with my biscuit making.

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But I couldn't escape the taxes.

She says it brings her too much job and being grumpy makes her love it more.

Sigh.

Please send help,

Tigris

Holiday Countdown - May the Hat Tax End - by Styx

 Hi friends, hi friends, 

Today we are acting out the first part of a favourite story. 

I will read you the line we were forced to act out.

And Grissie in her kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winters nap.

Do you know the story?

Did we do a good job?

your pal Styxy who does not like hat tax

Nature Friday - with Lanie

 

Can you see my eyes?

While I am forced to look at the window, longingly, the Lady warden goes out adventuring. She said I need to share these. She went "snowshoeing" on Sunday - whatever stupid thing that is. 

 

While this picture was not taken on her walk, she did pass them in the bush

I miss the freedmon of this white ang grey world.

Lanie - prisoner 3

Lanie's Log - Stockholm Syndrome?

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. 

This is where I spend my time if the warden's are in my room

Lady Warden got a licky treat stick and I begrudgingly started to eat from it. Licky is good, even if people are bad. 

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. 

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. 

Lanie - prisoner 3

Wordless Wednesday - Lower Tax - Still Too Much