The bath tub.

Well, today mom took me back to hte clinic to get rechecked. Like i needed any of that!

I can stop my eye drops, however, they also drew blood to test for disease, (only 3 drops), and gave me a rabies shot.

So now i have new jewelry on my collar.

Then, to get back at everyone, i attacked the chair in the living room about an hour and a half ago.

I thought it would be fun to scratch it all up. Then mom squirted me with the squirt bottle, and threw my in the laundry room...

then she caught me trying to escape behind the washing machine, and she caught me, just as i knocked over a trash can containing all of my... ahem... waste.

It fell all over the floor! What a riot!

Mom wasn't laughing. in fact, she sprayed me again and threw me in the bath tub so i couldnt hurt anything or myself.

And i've been in here ever since. Mom tried to tell me i could come out, but i have to actually go to her.

I'm not ready yet.

So she leaves me in here. She's been in twice already.

Oh well.

This is my life as a bad kitten.