Cap'n Pine Cone esq. here. The fat wench locked us into a bedroom this morning after they came back from playing with all those other kitties (the traitors). She said something about escaping, being underfoot, and getting hurt. This was after locking us up last night so that they could take some of those lovely box toys out of Mrike's bedroom. They're not fair to us, they aren't.
To make it worse, she said that she may or may not be able to get on the internet before Wednesday, whoever she is, comes around. I don't know who this Wednesday is, but she's going to keep the Fat Wench away from the computer and any way I have of getting help. At this rate, we'll never make that voyage of discovery and fishes. She said that we'll have plenty to explore at the new place. What's wrong with the old one? I was just getting it broke in. That grumpy old Tanada says that I don't know anything and to shut up and leave it alone.
Sshhh, better go now, people are coming over and things are starting to happen again. I'll post more when I find out what's happening.
Cap'n Pine Cone esq.