If I could dictate a note to my humans...

...I might consider it.

Sometime overnight, I peed on the loveseat in the study. Then this morning after Daddy left for work, I pooped on the mat in front of the litter box.

Mommy is baffled because this is only the third time I've peed on something in eight years. Daddy told her I must be mad about something.

It's too bad Daddy is the only human around here that speaks Cat; he's been sick all week so I can't tell him anything. Hmph!

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