I was brushed.

They took me to get groomed. It was miserable. First, they put me in that stupid red carrier. Then they drove me all over town and to this strange place where it was total torture! These ladies wearing all black put a mask over my face and clipped my back toenails. They held my legs down or crossed so that they could....gah...brush me.

Yeah, so I had an eensty weensty mat aaaaallll over my back, but does that really mean I have to be further punished? They pulled out the biggest part of it and it made a complete circle-I am not kidding you. It looked like a wreath of hair. Anyway, they didn't stop there. They combed me all over!

Now, there are some private parts I don't want combed. No one needs to put any foreign objects there-whether I am fixed or not! I yeowled and kicked and all, but they just kept brushing me. I swear it took forever.

Now I am home and I am ticked. No one had better get near me, not the dog, not that stupid other male cat. I am NOT in the mood today.

But I do want some food and I will purr and be cute until I get some more.