More Trauma To Come

It is so cold in here! I have actually started sleeping with the human heating pad again, despite her insane night flailings and abuse. During the day, I've taken to my cat bed--which is mortifying! When I first got it, I loved it and spent every moment possible within its toasty embrace.

However, like everything of mine, the ferrets discovered it. They insisted on rolling around in it and skanking it up. At first, I used to beat them when they got in and would try to drag it away--but I got in trouble for that. Surprise, surprise.

They also chew up my toys and hide them under the couch where I can't reach them. They eat the fur off of my toy mice and leave these hideous little gray plastic skeletons about. I wish they would all get stuck under the sink and never find their way back out...

So, at any rate, I am back to the stinky cat bed trying to keep warm. I am almost convinced to leave the alien crop circles alone and let my fur grow back. Which reminds me, I was snooping in the slave's book and discovered that she plans to take me to the poke and probe place soon... UGH!

Put in the stupid pink paw print carrier, a ride in the death machine, poked and prodded and that always means weeks of slime and pills shoved down my throat as the slave sits on me and holds my mouth shut. I either need a new slave or retraining for the one I have...
~Mashed Potato~