In the closet

I get real pissed 'cause Mommy won't let me in her walk-in closet anymore. Bitch! So today is laundry day for her, and she had the closet open for awhile. Every time I approached it, she would shoo me away, drag me away or turn the hairdryer on me so that I would run away. Finally, I decided I was sick of her shit, so I ran into the closet. She pulled me out by my hind legs, and when she let me go, I ran back in and sat on top of my favorite box, the one right under her dress clothes.

She came right for me, ostensibly to kill me as promised, but then the box top caved in and I was stuck amid her collection of stuffed frogs. She gave up and is letting me hang out for awhile. And she's leaving the door open, so that I am not trapped in there, because a kitty could die from suffocation amid all the shit she keeps in that little room.