Familiar Territory

I just realized something! When we moved back, I knew we were close to the old home. But I didn't know HOW close! We are only a block away!

Guess what that means!??!

I can finally go back home with Todd! The only problem is, my human thinks I am an inside cat now, so I might have a hard time escaping. Either way I should start getting Gibson ready. He is older now, so he will help us!

Moving again!??!

More brown containment cubes. Yup. We moved... Again...

My humans move around like escaped convicts. This time we moved back to the same neighborhood we used to live in.

After watching Steve's stupid video of my jail experience, I decided to once again attempt to steal his camera and record him for a change. Of course, it never works out for me. If only I had thumbs!

Last time was easier. This time, I couldn't get my paw into the strap. These stupid contraptions are made specifically for the monkey handed humans. Eventually, I'll get this recording device under control. No more "Talking Kitty" videos. I have a better idea. It's called "Hidden Camera Human".

Of course, I still have to figure out how to not get caught with his camera thingy. Until then, I will continue acting along for his stupid little youtube video crap. But soon, these humans will be exposed for what they really are!

I just got out of jail....

No freedom for felines.

After begging my human to let me outside, I finally reached the great wide open. I was minding my own business when some other human started chasing me with a net. It was humiliating!

I was then thrown into a van, like a piece of garbage...

Actually, they were pretty nice about it. But still! Their excuse was that I had no collar or license. I didn't know I needed a license to walk!

And I do NOT wear collars. Collars are for dogs. My human has tried many times to put one of those ridiculous things around my neck. They are uncomfortable and unnecessary.

This was the worst couple of days of my life. Thank you Steve for rescuing me. It won't happen again. Next time I go outside, I'll be prepared to deal with the animal control idiots who think they run the streets.

They won't catch me again!

No escape.

I've searched every inch of this giant cage they call a home. There is no escape.

Every window is secure. Every door is locked. I feel like a prisoner. My only chance is to beg Steve to let me out of this horrible place. Hopefully he will give in to me and I can finally make my way back to Todd.

If he doesn't. I may be doomed to live in this hell forever.

Somehow, Bitch and Fluff-face seem to be getting along just fine. They don't even notice that they are in captivity.

Bitch gets released on a regular basis and returns on her own. Fluff-face is so terrified of the front door that he has never even attempted to escape.

Kitty cat abuse!

There must be some kind of organization out there that can help me! I am a victim of severe animal neglect! Not only does my human refuse to let me outside or give me catnip, but he also forgets to feed me real food!

I can't stay here. I will search this home for any escape.

No more secrets!

This is animal abuse! I have been locked inside more longer than I can remember now! I only get wet food once a day! I am forced to live with a dog! My dry food tastes horrible! I have to share my litter box with a fluffy retard! Who can I call to fix this mess!??! I miss Todd..

Still haven't found the tape.

Before we relocated here, Steve recorded a bunch of stuff on his camera that was important. I remember him writing TK13 on the tape, but then it just disappeared. I was hoping he would make it into videos online like the rest of his nonsense.

I think he is trying to hide it from me. I haven't seen the tape since we moved here. I need to find it so I can prove something. I'll keep looking.