I'm on a naughty streak. I don't know why! I can't help myself! I ran away last night - I ran all over the apartment complex and found lots of beautiful grass to scamper through joyfully. Massah was huffing and puffing behind me. (she said it was because she's sick with a cold and can't breathe very well, but I know better. I've lived with her for over 7 months, and I've never seen her exercise.) And then when she finally caught me and brought me back to the house, I tried to eat her medicine. You can't see it very well, but I poked holes all over it with my sharp little teethies.
I don't know why she bought that stuff anyway - it's gross to stuff things up your nose. Anyway, I truly feel awful about what I've done over the past 2 days. I don't know what's come over me. Perhaps it's a full moon...?
Look how sorry I am. I couldn't even look her in the face. I'm properly ashamed of myself.