Get Me Outta Here (or the Lament of a Shelter Cat)

Lies lies lies….she waltzes in here half-dressed – hasn’t even brushed her teeth some mornings! LATE for breakfast no less. I mean, we expect to eat by at least 9am and sometimes, SOMETIMES on Sunday mornings we don’t eat until 9:01!!! She IGNORES our constant requests for FRESH tuna and scallops and instead has the NERVE to feed us canned junk. On warm days we PROMISE to stay on the black top and not venture off onto the grass and she REFUSES to even let us peek out the door. We tell her again AND AGAIN we are just FINE and to quit poking and prodding us and she INSISTS we get back into that d**n carrier and go see Dr. So and So when we just want to be left alone to snooze. She interrupts our afternoon naps with Beethoven sonatas and she tells us we have to smile and purr and kiss up to the gobs of beans who troop through here every weekend. She is downright MEAN AND AWFUL! Get us OUT OF HERE SOON and into a REAL home!!!!

Ivan and Skipper (2005) complaining about the accomodations at Siamese Rescue

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