Hi. Biggs here. Or as the two-legger often calls me, Nose. Please don't call me Nose. I hate it. I glare at her whenever she calls me that, but it hasn't stopped her yet. She keeps it up and I might reveal one of her nicknames. (Psst - HB.)
She left me with her parents while she went away for a week, and on Friday, I had a terrible, awful, not good, very bad day. I knew I should have hid when the V word was mentioned. But the old man who feeds me more often than my two-legger, and who scoops my box at each addition, had never done anything mean to me so I didn't worry.
Friday morning there was a car ride (I hate car rides) to the V office, where a strange woman put WATER ON ME and some kind of soap, and scrubbed and scrubbed and it hurt. I am 15 years old! Be gentle! I have sharp teeth! Then there was a brush and comb and scissors and nail clippers. Then there was a blow-dryer. I hate blow-dryers. The two-legger likes to harass me with hers - payback is hell, two-legger! Then, there was a car ride home.
My two-legger is annoying and refuses to learn Cat although I understand English pretty well, but when she came over to the old peoples' house Saturday to get me, I willingly rode with her home. In her lap. I do this because it makes it harder for her to use the pedals and the wheel.
Evil. :-)
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