By the time we got home I had got rid of that thing on my head.  But Daddy put it right back on.  But then I showed Daddy how strong I can be.  I stood up on my back legs and used both my front paws to  pull that thing off. Then I looked right at Daddy and told him really loud that he could keep putting it back on, but I would keep taking it back off.

So Daddy left it off, but he watched me very very closely. This time, they didn't just open the cage door and let me out. They took me into Daddy's study room and let me out there.  Daddy's study is a very small place and only has a couple of places to hide, but Mommy said that it was good not to have so many places to explore because I mainly needed to rest.  

Daddy stayed with me in the study.  Mommy didn't. Maybe Mommy was afraid of me now because of the tube and stitches.  Or maybe the study wasn't big enough for all of us.

Later that night, Daddy took me into the living room. Mommy covered the sofa so the tube in my belly wouldn't drip on it.  But Daddy stayed close to me and told me I was a good boy cat.  Since I didn't feel to good I decided I should just sleep some more, and when I thought they weren't looking, I licked at my wound because that's the way cats help themselves heal, by keeping the sore spots clean.  

The next day Mommy and Daddy left me alone in the house, but they came home for lunch and gave me some medicine.  They mixed it some canned cat food. It tasted nasty. That was the last time I ever ate canned cat food.

After they left, I decided I didn't like the tube in my belly either, so I pulled it out.

That night after Daddy got home and saw what I had done, he put me back in my cage and took me back to the orphanage.

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