Apparently, the felines are fans of the show Prison Break.

As the crazy one has continued with her quest of completely disgusting the handlers by pooing at least once a day in the living quarters, the handlers have taken drastic measures. In an attempt to get her to use the feline latrines once again, the handlers have secluded her in a nice, private enclosure with three latrines at her disposal. The first night was a success. The crazy one settled easily into her new nighttime quarters, and proceeded to use the facilities with success.

The second night was a different story. The white, naughty one teamed up with the crazy one in an effort to move the blockade and release the fugitive pooer. The handlers could hear the white one talking to the crazy one through the wall the first half-hour of the night. When the formerly injured handler awoke the next morning, he found the crazy one sprawled out in the upper living quarters. However, no poo! He returned her to the pen while leaving to tend to work outside the boundaries of the zoo. When the other handler awoke two hours later, she was greeted by the crazy one's jubilant cries of success once again. Clearly the success of the two overnight escapes is the result of two great minds plotting together. The handlers now are hoping the pair won't happen upon a plan to make shanks and hide them around the enclosure.

This handler is sure that an eventful summer is in store . . .

The middle gray one is very upset that the male handler has gone back to work as of Monday. She has taken to defecating in the main living area every morning this week prior to eating her morning meal. Chloe sits back and laughs maniacally at the handlers attempting to clean up the mess as they are trying to get through the door to make some money for her and the others to eat. And she does love to eat. 15 pounds of emotionally disturbed, domesticated feline who even takes on the occasional bite of canine food. Her crazyness is even beginning to affect the other felines of the cathouse--they stare at her during her fits of insanity as if wondering whether they too should act that way to get more attention.

Hopefully it will end soon . . . at least the feline hasn't learned to throw the poo at the handlers or smear it on the windows of the dwelling as the monkeys have. One can hope that she won't get the idea from the birds, or the monkeys for that matter.

As of "Good Friday," one of the handlers is recuperating from surgery. The animals can sense the wounded one, and have attempted to take him down on several occasions. While the smell of blood is the greatest of pheromones to the feline beasts, he has managed to fight them off and continues to live. The dog, however, is able to pinpoint the exact incision site with her nose and jabs at the tender flesh every chance she gets.

There are no pictures yet of the animals attempting to eat the handler. Attempts at documentation have failed up to this point--I keep having to shoo the animals away and cannot seem to get a clear shot. Hopefully the wounded one will be healed soon and will be able to fend for himself. Otherwise, the lone, uninjured handler has a very long six weeks ahead of her.

Apparently, the wild animals at the zoo are conspiring against their handlers this morning. While the crazy one decided to arouse the feeder at 6:45am, the other felines had their sights on the warm spot vacated in the bed.

Another decided upon attacking the keepers every chance he had. This one seems to have the supreme goal of world domination by taking out every innocent victim, one at a time.

The last and most conniving of the bunch seems to be plotting the demise of the canine. She has been seen scouting exit strategies around the enclosure, usually with the presence of said canine. While she makes lame attempts to gouge out the eyes of the larger animal, she also seems to be trying to determine the approximate location of any arteries, to make death swift and aid in her escape from the pen.

Welcome to the Crazy Zoo!

It's a place where the animals howl constantly, tearing through the arctic jungle, trying desperately to bag big game. A place where the wildest of animals can come for tranquility and to get their thoughts out--a pensieve of sorts. A place where one can look at the animals and dream of a life where eating kibble and finding a sunny spot in which to sleep are the most strenuous parts of the day.

Again, welcome! And don't forget--please don't feed the animals!