But since I can't scream, I look for other, forceful ways to express my displeasure. Take tonight, for example. It was cold, so I was forced to put on my cashmere sweater. Which, while fetching and really quite comfy, is a bit snug and therefore a pain to get on and off. Well, if I didn't wriggle and jiggle and try my darnedest to avoid the sweater. An altogether unpleasant experience. Followed by a mishap in which I almost fell off the penthouse roof of my cottage. Man, was I pissed! And when I'm mad, this is what I do. I toss my litter box around and make a big mess. How do I do it? Good question, since it's taller than I am. But I manage.