So I woke up on the dining room table smelling of dog...

and yesterday came back to me. The humility of it all. Being shoved into a laundry hamper and driven to a different location. Very cold doctor's table, hands grabbing mine, cutting my nails so short. Then the final blow...I have to be weighed. I've gained 3 lbs. But, but, but...NO BUTS! The diet did not work. Now I have to eat half as much and exercise more. She is never home. How am I gonna get exercise?
Hard to be a cat sometimes.