Bad! Bad!

The slave is in some kind of wretched mood this evening! She came through the door and I kept trying to greet her and she kept spraying me with the water bottle (I really have to figure out how to get rid of that!). All day I waited. Our hallway is always quiet and today people kept going past the door--I kept waiting for the slave--darkness fell--finally she arrived--in some kind of wickedness.

I used my litterbox and howled. She ignored me. She just kept staring at that stupid damn computer screen (gotta get rid of that too). My dish is empty. I know she sees it. Yet she continues typing. Wait until she goes to sleep. I will destroy all that is beloved to her and carry it to her bed so that when she awakens it will be the first thing that she sees. And tomorrow, I think I will awaken her FOUR hours before her alarm goes off. That will train her to my liking...
~Mashed Potato~