The Adventures of Cinnamon Girl

“Well, I got caught.

Being a bit smarter and more adventurous than my downstairs neighbors, I have been escaping the confines of my cage and daily roaming the apartment while the one they call mommy is away. All fine and dandy; the wench, Mash, has attempted to tell on me, but her cries have fallen upon deaf ears.

The mommy came home early the other day. Sure enough, Mash ran to the door verbalizing her anxiety about my appearance in her room (which I was unable to enter, I may add), and the mommy followed her to see what was wrong.

I had just fought the big, fuzzy bath mat and had finished showing it who was boss and was working my way to the bottom of the bathroom garbage can when she busted me. I attempted puffing up and scuttling around like a mad mustelid in hopes of frightening her and altering my appearance enough that she would mistake me for a rabid weasel that had broken into the apartment.

Nope, didn’t work. She has since made my living quarters inescapable. Total bummer.

Overall though, not a bad setup. Having a pretty cool time. Have my own toys, my place stays pretty clean, still fighting with the little mink vixen, Link, and for the record, Ms. N was right, that bitch DOES need a diaper! Every time we fight, she flips out and craps everywhere—and for some reason, I’m the one that gets hauled off and has to go to bed. Not cool.

But anyhoo, there are new pictures in my photo album and it sounds like this is my forever home, no matter what Link thinks, says or does. So be watching for my story to appear on the ferret history and picture page. So until next time, Happy Cat Chasing—Hugs and Kisses!”
~Cinnamon Girl~