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.
they tried to bribe me with raisins.
you can see one conveniently situated halfway between helen and me. 
i heart her paws.
the cutest face!! look at the wrinkles!
so very patient. she couldn't take her eyes off me.
i hid from her under the bed and she cried and cried for me to come out and play.
close-up of her ladylike posture.
poor ms. helen, she just wants to play. 
Hadn't even had my coffee yet this morning when I noticed someone at the back door.
Good morning!
Notice my little sports car in the background. It looks very small, but it's actually just WAY in the background...going to go for a spin in it sporting my new shrug!
I'm still so angry, I'm seeing red.
Then I take off, leaving the offending party in the dust...
...kicking my feet up high in case there's any doubt about how I feel. (Check out the donkey action!)
