Ai am steemin' mad! Not angwee..MAD! Furst she goes away fur, wat seems liek yeers fur a cat! A whole week in June & anudder week in July! Tehn she starts drivin' teh car bak 2 taht plays called "skools" agin. Tehn she put Poppa aginst me & tehy cot me & put me in teh [gasps & whispers] *carrier!
Mom let's me owt ebbr mornin' fur poopies, well Ai dint hafta poopy rite away. Sumtiem Ai gotta play in teh grass, lookit teh burds, fuss bak at Evil Skwurl. Wall, she wuz rushin' me so she chase me bak in wher it wuz waytin fur me--teh dredded carrier--wich meens 1 fing: Tehy R tekking me 2 the vet!
Ai run liek teh wind! Poppa betrayed me & tried 2 ketch me. Ai run frew his legs 2 the bak room wher Mom keched me.
On the way Ai hollers reel lowd fur Poppa. Ai am so mad! Teh carrier falls ober 2 teh floor of teh car & Mom cant fix it bcoz she gotta bad arm on taht side & Ai'm behine her. Ai'm yellin' liek krezzy now..& taht iz when mai stomik let's loose. OH TEH SHAME, TEH AGONEE! Tehre iz poopies ebberywher in taht evul carrier & all ober mai byootiful fur taht Ai wurks so hard 2 keep byootiful! Wall, Ai jus' LOST IT!
Tehn Ai wuz at teh vet MAD as hek! DONT YOO TUCH ME, PEEPULS!
Ai hissed & fot & tried 2 bite. Ai wuz not havin' it! Tehy cleeend my fur & the evul carrier wich wuz cool but Ai wuz not having no exam stuff. Not mai mowf, not mai stommik, not mai eers. NOT!!
Wehn Mom & PetGurl camed 2 git me, TEHY TATTLE ON ME, so Ai giv 'em wun more good hiss fur good meyshur.
Ai'm still mad at Mom. Ai let her tuch mai fur a li'l lass nite. OK, she kin still feed me breffass, BUT TAHT'S IT. OK mebbe she kin still lemme go owtside fur poop & play. BUT TAHT'S ALL.
Ai'm gonna lay on teh bed bai Poppa now fur good naps.Go to wurkskool, Mom. Git outta mai face...until suppertiem.
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