Meow like the whole universe is yours

 Wow, it's been a while. I've been super busy, but I can write a quick update.

I'm alive, still screaming and the door remains closed. Should scream louder.

I didn't keep track of the toys, some nights I got lazy, Ash started messing with the toys and of course The Assholes move them too. Ugh, I feel like I'm an island, nobody understands me.

Here is a collection of pics:

 

My life isn't all toys and protests. There were a couple of showers, I went into the snow.

 Got furminated. I got so pissed off! That hair is mine and I hate that brush. Ugh.

 Ash and Oswin keep fighting for the hammock. I still don't care.

I've napped, in between screams.

I got a new sweater. It kinda goes with my fur.

 I helped weed the garden.

So yeah, plenty of things to do instead of writing my blog, but at the same time, I like journaling. Maybe someone out there will hear my meows and sympathasize with me.
 

Always meow when you can. It is cheap medicine

 Bathroom door was closed. I had an intense night, but my rage prevented me from going all the way to the bathroom. I am a hot head! Instead, my protest toys stayed by the stairs:

 That's an egg, a guava juice and a toast:

 I thought about adding a flamingo, but after some thought, I changed my mind and I abandoned it close to the monster.

After that I took a day off, because it was a lot of effort. The Assholes also picked up all the toys and pissed me off. They don't deserve me.

In other news, I decided to start ripping my hair out. I'm not going to say why, that's personal, but it is driving The Assholes insane. I don't understand them, they were put in this world to serve me, and I'm giving them extra opportunities to do so. They should be thrilled.

But nooo, first they took me to the vet. She said I was fabulous or something like that, I was too high and I didn't pay attention, but what else can she possibly say?

After that they started talking about allergies and they gave me this nasty tasting pill for days. Dunno if I'll ever forgive them, it'll take a lot of Churus. I continued ripping hair out just to spite them.

Next they put a sweater on me. They said if I cannot access the hair, I won't rip it out. But it didn't last long: I was in a horrible mood, I just ripped my paws hair out and I got in the shower with the sweater. Any other bright ideas, Assholes?

And the next one: a stupid metal comb. I hate it. I tolerate being brushed, but this thing is horrible. I'm too delicate for it! Each time they see me ripping out hair, the comb comes out. Ugh, it's terrible. They were already using it on Ash, but the little psychopath actually enjoys it and purrs and purrs. That cat is a disgrace.

Naturally my next step was to start doing all the ripping out away from them, where they cannot see me. Not sure what they expected TBH. They are pissed. I would be sad if I cared. They keep telling me I'd be an ugly sphinx cat, whatever that means. As if I could ever be ugly!

So things are tense around the house. Not sure if I'll be in the mood to move toys any time soon. But I'll sure continue leaving hair everywhere!