The Human thinks I've been sluggish and off my feed not quite myself, so she plans to shove me in the PTU and convey me to the Stabby Place in the morning.
We'll just see about THAT, won't we? The last time this happened, I lost a couple of valuable body parts. There's really nuffing left for them to hack off, right?
Update: I am being held hostage for the day at Park Animal Hospital on 9th Avernue in San Francisco. My Human has abandoned me here. Please, I beg you, send someone to help me! Jack Bauer would be good.
Update: Hour 7 of my captivity. Terrible and humiliating things have been perpetrated upon my person. Gas was administered. Anal gland abscesses were mentioned. Jack Bauer has not arrived. I am growing desperate. More to follow.
Update: I have been liberated. Explosive pooping was achieved inside the carrier on my way home. I revel in it and resist all efforts to "clean me up," preferring to accomplish this myself by rolling on the Human's bedspread. Ahhh, sweet revenge! More to follow.