Meowltreatment

 I'm back. I cannot believe Oswin got into my stuff. She said I told her to, but I don't believe her. I would never.

First things first, bathroom door was closed. I tried to protest but I was really tired, almost made it.

Yesterday was a terrible day. It all started with the Assholes shoving stuff down my throat. They love to torture me like that. I fought with passion, but they prevailed. I'm sharpening my claws now, readying for next time they try. They play dirty too, they purrito'd me. Such bullshit.

After that they mostly left me alone but I started feeling so tired. I was napping but Ash kept following me around and bothering me. He could tell something was wrong or he wouldn't dare.

Then... the indignity! They stuffed me into a box and took me to the vet. WTF, how is that OK?!? At least in there they gave me some treats. Better treatment than I receive at home, let me tell you.

After that I finally got home and went to puke on the carpet, but the Small Asshole moved me. Doesn't she know how uncomfortable it is for my paws to be in a hard surface while I puke? Ugh.

Now it is the next day but I'm not 100% OK. I got too tired carrying the protest chameleon and now I have insomnia. I've been awake for 2 hours, unbelievable. I want to nap!

Signing off now, I have to square things with Ash.