Friday, November 6, 2009

Escape from Prison


Tomorrow, I make my big break from Cat Prison. I've been here for so many months, I can't even count. I got tossed from my old crib for getting in the "catnip." My former owners were dealers and when they found out I was strung out, they tossed me out on the street. Literally... Van Dyke.


So, that's when this copper Patrick busted me and turned me in. They kept me in the joint for quite a while. I was real quiet while I was there. One cat made the mistake of saying I was "quiet as a mouse." What kinda crap is that? Me? A Mouse. Son, I eat mice for breakfast.

Let's just say after they found that kitty, no one ever called me a mouse again. Folks started callin' me "Feathers" instead. Yeah, it was a little fluffy for me, but I learned to cope.

They were good to me here. They helped me get clean and straighten up my act. No longer hittin' the hard stuff. Although, I have been known to get a little crazy for some Meow Mix.

Well, tomorrow, I'm bustin' out. Going to take over a new joint in the burbs.

Had my girl, Amanda P, hook it up for me. I got the telegram today.

Kitty litter, check. Kitty treats, check. Food, check. Ceramic bowls, check. Pooper scooper, check.

Max, no check. But, that will change soon.

I'll keep you posted.

Peace out, Max

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