Well crud!
After 17 blissful days in an apartment with windows and a floor that did NOT move under my paws AND a doting new friend (re: staff), the old staff kidnapped me and took me back to the floating dungeon!
And the old staff seem really excited….I’m beginning to think they are enjoying this! I don’t know whose idea this was, but no one consulted me! So here we are again, day after day with nothing but water and no escape. We had a pretty good run those first 13 years, but I may want a divorce, at least a separation…these people have lost it! Would someone adopt me? I would settle for summer camp. Dale…Claire…Rudy…Judith…anyone with a little more sense (and preferably big windows and a screen porch)?
Storm aboard s/v Stealaway (the floating dungeon)