Frisker is getting to be an old lady. Mostly she sleeps, though at least once a day she sits in by her food dishes, hoping for more. We don't turn her down anymore. If she gets fat, so be it.
I need to go home now and release her from captivity. Two weeks ago she bit the woman who comes in to vacuum. I think she has long hated her; vacuuming is noisy and disturbs her rest. I imagine she'll barely notice that the door to her hideaway has been opened when I return. Day time is for her beauty rest.
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