Alien Crop Circles

Well, they are back. Which means the slave keeps sneaking up on me, wrestling me to the ground, sitting on me (good lord is she heavy!), and then she rubs stinky stuff into my fur. She thought that my vet was an idiot when she suggested the last time that maybe it was ferret bites (if she only KNEW what I had to do to make that vet make herself look so stupid), now we don't go to that vet any more, plus my plan backfired and she didn't get rid of the moronic little idiots.

Even worse, it means she is going to load me up in that little, tiny, plastic box and make me be in that noisy death machine for an hour or so, while I howl myself hoarse. Then they'll take pieces of me away and poke and prod (I tried biting that rude bitch the last time) and I guess I'll probably have to get that thing taken out of my ear while I am there. She knows she can't afford it, why does she put me through it? And oh yeah, check this out! Uncle Jim and the Godmommy suggested that the new ferret should ride me around like a stead--I have no idea what a stead is, but how dare they? They are supposed to be on my side! My ailment is probably stress-related, no thanks to any of them!
~Mashed Potato~