Feel the fear and meow anyway

 Did I ever mentioned that I've got asthma? Don't really know what that means, but The Assholes told me I have that. I think it is related to my breathing issues, because whenever I start snoring and breathing deep, they give me a treat that is really good at the beginning but then sucks. They call it a Trojan Treat. I don't get it. I have to admit I feel better after that treat.

So anyway, I was minding my own business when I started having issues breathing. I lost my voice too. Small Asshole gave me a treat but I didn't get better. So what did they decide to do? Let me rest so I can recover? Nooooo, they put me in a box, then we went to a place that smelled terrible with tons of strangers that touched me and poked me. I was so pissed off that I forgot to breath in between bites and they finally left me alone. Dunno how, I then fell asleep, which was weird because I wasn't sleepy.

When I woke up I was in the box again and soon after I was home. I felt so much better once I came back! But The Assholes wouldn't leave me alone. Here is me just back from that torture:

Now the cool thing about all of this: They left the bathroom door open! And even got a chameleon and a toast in there. My voice was pretty much gone, but I still managed to get a bit of screaming in, it was perfect. But then I went to go downstairs to get more toys and turns out they had locked me in. Seriously? The nerve! I deserve the full use of MY house.

And to make things worse, Ash was screaming bloody murder from the other side. Way to make things better, Ash.

Anyway, it sucked but I got to be in the bathroom all night long instead of staring at a closed door.

I'm feeling better today, but there's even more of those stupid bitter treats.

Here's a collection of my protest toys since last post:

 

 

Here's Ash testing my patience... one day I swear I'll eat him:

And finally a collection of me looking cute:

Hope to recover my voice soon so I can resume the screaming.

The best meow is yet to come

 I'm back! Let me recap my April:

 

 I continued leaving toys by the bathroom door. While screaming. OPEN THE DOOR, DAMMIT!

The stairs were also a hot spot:

 

I left some hair too, I absolutely love to rip hair there, it's harder to get off carpets than tile.

I had an existential crisis:

Is it me? Am I to blame for the bathroom door not being open all the time?

But then I decided I'm fabulous, no way it is my fault, it's obviously The Assholes being assholes.

 

I napped, I took showers, I fought, I screamed, then I screamed again. There's something so satisfactory about meowing as loud as you can.

So... life continues being fabulous... except when the bathroom door is closed. My protests wil continue until that door remains open.