3-27-2017

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.

 

-Mozzie

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3-20-2017

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.  
-Mozzie

3-6-2017

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.
 
-Mozzie