I'm staying at the bottom of the stairs right now. As you can see, I am using my laser eyes to get my point across.
I stayed here for a while tonight. The People kept saying I was filled with mats. I don't know what they were talking about. All I do know is that I was forced into the cat carrying box and put in the car. I hate the box and I hate the car even more. I thought I was going to the V E T.
Nope. They took me to this lady who cleaned me up and combed my coat so it is very smooth, silky, and easy to comb. It feels much better. But don't tell my People because I am going to make them feel guilty for putting me in the box for as long as I can. That's why I'm hangin' at the bottom of the stairs. They tried to pet me but I ran down here. When they started walking down the stairs, I ran under a bed. I let them take these pictures so they would remember how angry I am about this whole situation.
Later on, the stinky goodness and treats I got were quite good!