I am beside myself with rage.
The woman left me in a common, low-class, vulgar and positively fiendish facility designed for feline torture.
(To tell you the truth, it was comfier than home and the food was excellent but I am not letting the woman know that)
Oh yes, I know what they call it. All sorts of fancy names. Oh yes, I know it cost her a lot of money, a lot more than the last place she dumped me in. But she would be better employed by taking me with her when she goes away (puh-lease, no more moans and groans from her about airplanes and bushwalking and snow and other trivia).
Or better yet. She can just stay at home!
I am not speaking to her. I am trying to develop a slight cough to worry her out of her wits now.