C’mon, what’s the ankle monitor really for? Whadja do to piss of the constabulary? They find your still in the back 40? Were you raising funds to hunt Bigfoot? Is the town finally enforcing their limit of only 37 pets allowed in a house?
Maybe to keep me out.
(Buzzzzzzzz, “Oh god SHE’S BACK!”)
Good to hear that you’re back in the land of cats and good food.
Oh, kitties.
They were glad to see me and me them.
One guy, youngish, rehabbing from a leg amputation. He said he had his wife bring some cat treats.
He told me he’d rather watch them have the treats and not have them clamoring around his foot and crutches. Understandable.
I am under the impression that ankle alarms are considered ‘physical restraints’ here in Washington. If so, their use must only be used for ‘infrequent and episodic’ occurrences. I could be wrong, though.
Keep your voice down or everyone will want one.
Infrequent and episodic.
Explains my life.
Of the two, I have fun in-between.
Yes, we want to go to the bar wearing ankle monitors! And with Beck, and cats too.