And she was going to name ME Oscar...

The slave seems to be in better spirits. She cleaned my litterbox as soon as she awoke (I don't know why she would ever delay; I howl as soon as I am finished to alert her that it needs cleaned and I reward her by sitting by her and rubbing against her the entire time that she is cleaning it) and she has been petting me and telling me what a beautiful kitty I am everytime she walks by me (like there was ever any doubt--but I am slightly annoyed that she keeps waking me up). I knew shredding those rabbit pelts would make her think twice about how she has been treating me; not to mention I took my anger out on her beloved weasels, which seems to bother her more than anything else that I do.

She has refrained from using the water bottle on me, although she keeps whispering to keep quiet so that the neighbors don't hear me and call the landlady. She knows that my royal Siamese lineage makes this a laughable request; why does she bother? Stupid humans. She better go on all three of her planned trips--I need the vacation!
~Mashed Potato~