I’m in hell. I’m sorry if I offend anybun with my language, but that is how I feel. Because this is my life now.
And this is what I think about it.
I used to have a platform, now I have 2 paper bags. What the what!?! But, before this horrible existence began, mommy had to clean my cage. So, she put me in my carrying cage so I would “stay out of trouble.” She also left the top of the cage open, knowing full well that I can hop out if I try hard enough. So, I did. Here’s me with my stuff.
And me under the bed.
The problem with escaping is that you eventually get caught. Then you get a camera in your face.
Anyway, this blows. I am looking forward to the increased playtime, though.