Can you see me? I love it here. It's Tad's crate, and it sits in the kitchen in direct sunlight.
Since T-Pole has some "naughty, bad dog" tricks, Motch is taking no chances. It's a new rule that came into effect when he moved in: when the last person leaves for the day, Tad goes to jail because Motch doesn't want any puddles and droppings in the house. (She says to thank you, Fleas Gang, for being concerned that I don't pick up his bad habits.) Tad doesn't think it's so bad to get locked up because he gets a carrot --- and then he doesn't howl.
But when he is free, it's my turn! I like it in here! Sometimes Fig and Tad are a bit too much for me, and I like my space. Before they came, I was alone for most of the day, and I liked it that way. So when I get the chance, I slip inside and enjoy the quiet and solitude.
Pretty perceptive on the part of Petra Pot Pie, wouldn't you say?