They've let me out at last. Didn't seem too keen when I made a bee line for the back door. They weren't impressed with my half hearted attempt to clear the reception desk either. Scooped me up muttering something about my insides coming out if I kept that up, and stuck me back in a kennel. At least it was bigger than the last one.
Truth to tell, I was trying to get away from that black Tasmanian Devil (although they insist that she's something called a "kitten") that they've adopted and called Wibble.
I'll give her Wibble if she sticks her paw through the bars of my prison and tries to nick my tea again!
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