I am trying to appease the authorities by wearing this absurd device that keeps me from running away. Not that I do not appreciate all of the things the authorities do for me, but sometimes you just have to grease the right wheels. Air out the cobwebs. Put the pedal to the medal. I cannot run at full throttle within the embassy. The ground is made of slippery wood and I cannot achieve maximum velocity except for when I loose my footing and accelerate rapidly down the stairs while tumbling mostly out of control.
In the photo, I could see the look of accomplishment on the authorities faces, but I’m low key starting to enjoy these out of doors excursions. I also enjoy laying in the green earth fur while the wind whips my whiskers back and forth…back and forth…..back and forth… BIRD!!! TARGET LOCKED BEARING ONE THREE NINER!!!
WE ARE AT DEFCON 3!!! ALL AHEAD FULL!!! WE HAVE LIFTOFF!!! *record scratch* ………………..*banging noises/muffled meows*
I underestimated the power this containment device possessed. I am going to take some me time and groom myself while pondering the meaning of life.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t slow your ass down when you get near the stairs, you could miss the first 10 or so. -Sophie the Destroyer
P.S. Enroute to new hideout. Will report back soon.
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