I had a good night yesterday. The Assholes got the toys around the bathroom into a pile to show me. It's such an impressive pile, I worked so hard! It's a labor of love.
All of these I carried upstairs. Except the bacon, that was Ash. Siblings, always messing with my system.
Anyway, I was feeling super satisfied seeing all my work paid off. I was happily screaming around the tub, including the pile of toys in my pacing, when The Assholes grabbed the pile and took it downstairs. WHAT.THE.FUCK. That's my pile. Bring it back! Why are you taking my pile???
And then they kicked me out of the bathroom and closed the door. I cannot describe how pissed off I was. I decided right then and there that I was done with these Assholes. No more love bites, no more singing the song of my people to serenade them... and more importantly, they don't appreciate my toys, so no more toys for them.
I had to take a nap to cool off. I was tempted to just walk all over them in bed, but I restrained myself. Hours later, more calm, I went to scream in the bathroom. The door was closed and I got so enraged that before I knew I had left a chameleon by the door.
Old habits die hard. But I'm not the only one, the bacon was there too.
But that's it, no more toys for these ungrateful horrible people. I resign.
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