The sun shines…yet my captors keep me in…
(It’s -15ish…he will freeze. Editor)

Indoors, my captors allow me complete freedom. I will warm my tush and ignore them.
(Does Stockholm Syndrome apply to cats? )

I will go to bed and think about my life…such as it is. Maybe sell a painting.
(Boy is he in for a surprise with Sotheby’s shows up…)
Today, Snowpocalypse arrives!




