"I'm over this lady! How dare you put me in a box with bright lights and attempt to make clicking noises with that cold thinger that sits on a post. I don't care how much cat nip you offer, this was not my idea and you will not trick me into putting on my cute play face for you or signing any waivers. Surely, after 13 years, you should know that I sit in boxes of my own choosing, like the CostCo box. By the way, where is that box? Hissss. You call this art? I call it animal cruelty and just wait til my mom gets home! She's gonna hear all about your shenanigans. Now, if you will excuse me, I am stressed and I am gonna go eat and then puke."