Bongo won’t be on his blog for awhile. He’s simply not available.
I’m giving him payback for locking me in that dog cage – so now he’s in it.
I think I like this. It makes me feel really powerful.
I have the ability to keep Bongo locked up – or not.
And I don’t have to worry about my food being eaten when I’m not looking.
Or my litter box being invaded.
Or being chased around the house when Bongo thinks he wants to play.
No, this is really nice.
I think I’ll keep him in this cage for a long, long time.
If he gets thirsty I’ll put a little water on my paw and splash it on him.
And if he gets hungry – well, never mind. Bongo’s food doesn’t taste half bad. I think I’ll eat it all myself.
Bongo, you can just stay in dog jail for awhile. You deserve it.
I think I’ll wander off and clean myself somewhere. Have fun Bongo.
Bongo: Scratchy, when I get out of here I’m giving you what for for sure.
Scratchy: You won’t be out of there for a long time Bongo.
Oops, here comes our person. I’ll be hiding under the bed.