They took me outside again the day before yesterday. Not only did I have to put up with the Sticky People, but the Man kept running a stick over the plastic tomb, and also kept sticking it through the slats at me. What the hell is wrong with these people? I’m not a fricking dog that has to be let out everyday because he’s too stupid to use a litter box. I’m a cat, People, a feline. I’m perfectly all right with staying inside where it’s safe and quiet.
When the Woman took me back inside and opened the door to my tomb, I bit her.
Yeah, I said it. I bit her. And she deserved it. I bet she won’t be doing that for a while now, eh?