So our water fountain died suddenly on Thursday night and we had to suffer for a whole day drinking out of a stupid bowl before my mom could get it working again. The only thing good that came out of that was that Russell got to tip it all over the floor! Thank Cod the fountain came back from the dead on Friday night because we do not like drinking from a stupid bowl.
But then, the most sinister thing that happened over the weekend? I was ambushed on Saturday morning, ambushed! I put up the absolute best fight not to get into that troll box but somehow I lost. I was hauled to the cat fix-it place, got poked and shot and insulted about my weight! I was so mad at Mom that I hissed at her for a good deal of the day after that. I think I need to gain even more weight so there's no possible way I can fit into that stupid troll box ever again!
Maybe I'm still just a little cross about that.