Solitary

Me, suffering so

I am now in solitary confinement.  The scurvy dog has arrived with some loud people.  Dad took my litter box and food and locked me up in the bathroom.  The scurvy dog sniffs at the space under the door.  He is awful.  I must make myself small and hide behind the toilet tank.  I am worried about mousie out there in the cookie jar.  The scurvy dog may bite him.  I think the people call this holiday Christmas.  Just hard to overstate my dissatisfaction.

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