This was me a week ago.
I hate my staff - they suck. Not only did they have the audacity to cram me in the stupid box - but I had to spend the day with a bunch of horrible, smelly people getting poked and prodded. The place stank of disgusting dogs, other indignant cats, and frightened rodents.
To add insult to injury - my staff didn't feed me breakfast before cramming me in the box.
Because I didn't know who to lodge a written complaint with, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Two nights later, at 4.30am, I began a reign of terror that lasted until everyone was awake. I started out by walking all over the Big Lady staff member. I stood on her stomach - all 6.2 kilos of me - and it made her wake up. Hahaha!!!! Then, she started to fall asleep again - but I wasn't having that.
So I started scratching everything - the wardrobe, the bedroom carpet, the nightstands, the side of the bed - whatever was handy. This woke up the Big Guy at 5.00 am - every time he thought about falling back asleep, I started up again! LOL! Consequently, he had no sleep at all. And I continued to wake the Big Lady up multiple times. They both gave up trying to sleep at around 6am. which was fine by me because that meant I would get early breakfast.
This is me the next day: