Geez, riding for a sqillion and 7 hours in the PTU on Sunday wasn't bad enough, but I hadded to get shoved back in it Monday and go to the v-e-t. AGAIN. and get stabbed. AGAIN. And get my bloods stolen. AGAIN. And then get washed because I peed on them. AGAIN.
And to top all that off, Mommy tried to KILL me. Really. I was just chillin on the couch and she was outside on the patio, and she was trying to bring stuff in, and she opened the screen door and frew somefing inside onto the couch (which is just inside the screen door) and IT HIT ME IN THE HEAD AND ALMOST KILLDED ME.
Sure, she 'pologized and efurryfing, but she almost killded me. I fink I need to move out and get my own place. Someplace where no one will shove me into the PTU and take me to the v-e-t, or try and kill me wif flying fings.
Oh, wait, I know where that is. On my FOO-TON!!!! I fink I will go and live on my foo-ton!