You decide that you are not afraid of Mr. Meanie Guy. You think, "I'm going to stay where I am. After all, I'm not afraid of that big jerk. I'm a cat, damn it. I have the right to go wherever I choose." You stand your ground as you hear the jingling grow louder.

 "Dum de dum... Thought I heard that stupid cat Esperanto again," you hear Meanie say, "Oh wait... now what was I here for again?" In an effort to be cordial, and never one to start trouble, you meow hello to him. "Oh yeah," Meanie exclaims, "Damn cat. People are allergic, you know."

 Next thing you know, you get picked up by the back of the neck and you are being carried outside. You kick and scream, but to no avail. Finally, as Mr. Meanie Guy throws you out the door, you feel good that you got one good scratch to his face.

 Well, here you are back outside. The whole situation has just left you incredibly frustrated, so you decide you need a nap. You sit outside of Sanford, curl up, and get ready to be whisked off to Dreamland. Surprisingly, you are having trouble falling asleep. It must be because its so cold outside.

 "I guess I should go home then," you think. You make your way back home as quickly as you can, since the prospect of sleep awaits you.

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