current mood: whiny
This time it was just ME getting dragged off to the torture chamber. Mommy had said she was going to "skip" this year but then felt guilty every time she got a reminder postcard, email, or phone call from the Torturer's office. She could have just asked me how *I* felt! I am just fine with never going there again!
Apparently taking all 3 of us together is just too much for her to handle. Whatever. So she has to pick on ME?! We're due for these things called "rabies shots" and she said since I sneak outside at night sometimes and refuse to come back in, it's more important that I get it than the others. Hmph. I didn't go quietly, of course. I scratched the bejeezus out of her left arm and got a little bit of her right. She didn't have time to clean up so she showed up down there wearing those battle wounds that I inflicted. The meannies' looks of horror at the chamber made me proud. She likes to tell everyone how sweet I actually am. Ha! And that when I "bite," it's not really biting, it's just like grabbing hold, it doesn't hurt. Well, I COULD make it hurt, if I wanted. I would have, but what sucks is I can't mess her up TOO badly cuz I need her to serve me still!
I whined all the way down there and all the way back, just to make sure she knew how displeased I was about all this nonsense. I also peed in my cage in case she still didn't get it. From the limited exam I allowed them to do, everything seemed normal. (well, DUH, like I said - I'm fine!) They had to put a towel over me so I couldn't see what they were doing. I have to admit, I did feel safer being under there. -And I weigh 13.25 pounds.
Snickers and Gryffin ran and hid the rest of the day, clearly thinking they're next... as well they should have been... but nope, only me. IT'S SO UNFAIR.