Never

I will never die. Just like Michel.

End

Yes, I did receive your emails. But I cannot blog about me any more. He left me (and Her).

This is my final meow, thank you very much.

Meow.

Jail

Even though I did not do anything wrong.



I had to leave (and hide under) the comfy sofa.



Now, I feel neither disciplined or punished. Travelled, maybe? What a strange impression to experience—from a prison.



The prison walls just started moving!

I am travelling again

This time I was brought to some place I do not know. I think I can see large amounts of nice trees from the window.

She was driving.

Where is He?

I want to purr and jump everywhere again. And fight.

Hey, look, a white couch!

Hmm.