In heat

Screamy-screamy-screamy-screamy
back feet going, wanting tummy-rubs all the time

Sound familiar? Yep, I'm in heat. Foster Mommy and Foster Daddy are putting me in the bedroom when they want to open the door and letting me out after they're done, because they don't want to have me escape again.

They're looking for places to get me fixed. The vet suggested a few low-cost places. Some we don't qualify for, but some we're checking out.