|Step 1: Chew, tear, paw, and rip at the flimsy mesh that your human THINKS will contain you while riding to the vet until there is a hole the size of your head.|
|Step 3: Escape through the head-sized hole. But do it quickly so that no one can take a picture documenting that it was REALLY you that did it. I'm pretty sure that black blur doesn't look a thing like me...(cough, cough...hairball...really...)|
|Step Four: Leave the empty jail cell behind.|
|Step Five: Act completely innocent. Which I am, of course! I didn't do anything! I'm a goooood cat.|
P.S. The lady doctor put this really weird stuff in my eye. It made my tears turn green (and it keeps running out my nose too...yuck). She says I have conjunctivitis and Momma has to put a drop in my eye three times a day for ten days. Even did the first one right there in the office to show Momma how to do it. Momma agreed and said I'm the "easy" one to handle. Yeah, right. That's what she thinks. I'll show her who's boss! I've watched Hannah Cat for long enough to have learned a thing or two about resistance. And don't let her try and tell you that I repeated my escape act on the way home. I wasn't panting like I was going to hyperventilate while the car was moving. That wasn't me, I swear!