I am mad. My humanoid never lets me have any fun. I want to nap on the nice clean sheets before the bed is made up. The humanoid pushes me off of them. I glare at her. I want to dig the underside of the couch to keep my claws nice and sharp. The humanoid makes a noise at me, which I ignore. When I keep scratching, she hits me with a pillow. I glare at her. I want to be on top of the counter in the food place, this way I can reach the plant to eat it. I get shooed off of the counter by the humanoid. I glare at her. I want to get inside the machine that makes the clothes warm and dry. The humanoid grabs me and hauls me out. I glare at her. I cannot wait until I am free and can rule the world. Then I will not have to deal with the humanoid and her inability to have fun.