Here’s proof the bipeds feed me. But why am I locked in my cage you ask? Well, there are at least two other fury four legged wackos that would love to eat my food before I even start if I ate out in the open. Plus I like to take my time and​ savor each bite.





I’m eternally grateful and lucky that the biped doesn’t dress me in tutu’s and pink bows.  She would be seriously hurt right now.  


This came close to happening when the bipeds couldn’t find me for a few hours last Friday evening. I promise I wasn’t trying to do a disappearing act but that’s how it was perceived in their panicked voices. Once I was found I got a full belly, loads of hugs and kisses and a warm bed to sleep in. Even my little buddy was happy to see me again.