Arghh!

Ahh, my first journal entry, it's unfortunate it has to be in these terrible circumstances.

My main servant, the retched dog calls her "Mom", got a bloody terrible idea tonight. She decided to groom me, gah, look, I am a FELINE! I am not some weak, shameless pup. I have standards, and I fulfill them on my own or beckon the servants with a flick of my paw. And I certantly did NOT tell her to do this. She knows all this, of course she does. Silly human, but what did she say to me? Well, this is how it went,

"Rusty, you're shedding all over me, if you want to lay in my lap, I'm going to have to brush you."

What is she thinking?!? No, no, of course I'm shedding all over you. Why else would I possibly be sitting in your lap, you fool! But of course she didn't listen. Argh, if only, if only I had those joyous opposable thumbs! And were about five feet taller. But who's measuring, really?

And then. It happend. She grabbed this, this, disgusting red rubber-y thing. Had these little rubber teeth. The devious look it gave me, ready to rip my fur to shreds. I took a deep breath, watching as it glared down, coming closer, and closer.

It hit me, the teeth rubbing my delicate skin, lifting all my fluffy hair to the surface. I never said I wanted that fur gone, sheesh, but do they ever listen? Of course not. But she didn't care, this cat-awful treatment lasted longer than I'd like to know. When she layed the sickening tool to the floor, I attacked.

Yeah, that's right, you stupid flap of rubber. Hope you like those new bite marks!