Freedom!

The twolegged people I live with have done it again.  For the past four days I've been trapped in a room with only Tiger for company.  All he wants to do is lay around on the bed, he won't even play with me.  The reason for my imprisonment, they brought in a dog.  Yup a smelly, stinky, barking dog.  They were "pet sitting" and afraid Tiger and I might be eaten or something.  My question is; if we were the ones in danger why did we have to be locked up?  I mean shouldn't the dangerous dog be locked up.

Finally they got rid of the dog last night.  I am Loving the freedom!

The whole house is like my own personal jungle gym.  Did you know if you run fast enough and jump high enough you can make it half way up a door frame.  It's exhilarating!  And let me tell you those twolegs have a really great couch set up.  I can jump on the back of one, jump to the next, run across it, jump to the third and then do a flying leap of the back.  What I don't get is why the twolegs keep looking at me like I'm crazy.  It's not like they ever get locked up.  And besides I'm a kitten and need to get a little energy out before I crash.

~Sassy