Monday, September 13th, 2004

Well, the day started out slow. I decided to open the door to the linen closet to see if I could generate a diversion by locking Ms. Vixen in there again. Maybe while the Yankee prison guards are looking for her, i can effect an escape back to my beloved Dixieland. Ahh, I can still smell the pine trees and honeysuckle.

So, I stretched up and batted at the knob with my paw until I heard that little click the tells me that success was in hand...er...paw.

Sure enough, the door poped open just a crack, and I went down the hall and lay at the end, pretending to be asleep, but watching through one eye that was open just a slit. Sure enough, here came Ms. Vixen running to the linen closet door from the kitchen, where she had been drinking water from MY bowl. She inserted her claws into the crack, pulled the door open, and slipped inside.

So, I waited a few seconds and then quietly sauntered there and plopped down in front of the door, shutting her in there. I heard her give a faint chortle of surprise, as she always does as he door clicked tightly shut.

Well, the lady guard came back first. I tried to trip her as she climbed the two steps to the kitchen, but failed. Darn, she had kept her hand on the latch and had pulled it quickly closed behind her. So, she came in and spoke on that tellyfone thing a few times. While I waited for her to notice that Vixen was missing, I decided to work on the living room window a bit more. I keep clawing away at it. I know that I will eventually wear that pane of glass down and be free. I see the birds on the neighbor's roof, laughing at me, taunting me with the terrible reality of my imprisonment.

Eventually, The female guard notices that Vixen isn't around because, suck-up that Vixen is, she always panders herself by jumping on the woman's lap and cuddling and licking her hand. How disgusting! Maybe the woman will think, "Oh maybe Vixen got out when I came in." and go stand in the doorway, door wide open, calling out for Vixen. And I will have another chance to escape these cruel yankees.

But no, The woman looks at me, and says, "Sparky, stop locking her in there," and gets up, goes to the closet, and opens the door, allowing Ms. Vixen to escape.