Dax found him self behind bars the other day. Tried, convicted and locked-up with no chance of parole (ok, so I’ve been watching too much Law and Order).
Actually they were pseudo bars and merely a façade but bars non-the-less. Dax paced back and forth while poking his head through from time to time as if to say “You can’t pin that one on me copper, I didn’t do it, seee!.â€
The bars didn’t faze him at all; and rightly so as they were our wooden banisters but if Dax was ever to be institutionalized (perish the thought) this might be how things may appear with a slightly more dingier setting.
Dax looking out from behind the bars.
Dax looks unfettered as a cat behind bars.
Dax, you’re looking awfully calm for a Convict-Cat.
I’m innocent I say. Innocent!
I may be a convict-cat, but I’m a clean convict-cat.
Hey, where is the food in this joint?
I’m getting out of this place one of these day, you just wait and see!
You’ve got the wrong cat I tell you. I didn’t do it!
How did I get myself into this mess?
The horror…the horror…
Look at this face. Does this look like the face of a convict-cat to you?
