Friday, 30 October 2009
The two legs put me in a cage and then in a strange big metal box.
It made a noise I didn't like and then.....it moved!!!
Then he carried me - in my metal cage - into somewhere.
Another two legs then pushed something into my arse.
I kid you not. A cold tube thing. Right up there. I hissied and spitted and the two legs just carried on. What is this??????
The two legs obviously like to torture us.
Then another thing. A pointy thing. The two legs that my two legs called a vet pushed a sharpy thing in me.
I is better now. I don't feel sicky sicky now.
I sleep on two legs. I kind of don't mind two legs in the big box. He talks to me. I not know what he says but he feeds me and he is nice to me....except for vet thing.
I will not piss or crap on him.
He is like big cat. He is leader. He will look after me.
I am MAXIMUS SPITTIMUS