Doing hard time

It's been a tough day.

I has been locked away.

I has been put in catty jail.

Then I was put in the hooman's vroom vroom.

Then I was let out of catty jail, to see the catty doctor.

She prodded me a bit and said I was a good boy.

Then I was back in catty jail again.

My hooman let me out a little while later.

I demanded chicken treats.

He gave them to me.





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