I am VERY put out.

I've just spent the last three days shut up in the bathroom, because Mumsy has to treat the carpet for fleas. She thinks I got them from running outside all the time; I say it was the smelly old rabbit that Elise brought home. It certainly wasn't MY fault.

They're also trying to force me to use my litterbox. When Evie went off to camp, I started doing my business on the carpet in the dining room, and they always cleaned it up right away, so I figured that it was a good system. It takes them HOURS to get around to cleaning out my box; why shouldn't I go where I please? Well, I've been humoring them. I guess the box isn't so bad. Besides, there's no way I'm going on the linoleum. Gross.

They think they've outsmarted me, but I don't mind staying in there. It would be nice to stretch my legs and lay in the sunshine, but at least there are no hungry fleas hiding in the floor, so I can relax. Still, I thought I'd let them know how insulted I was by wailing for an hour or so. I hope they've learned their lesson.