The tracks of my tears

You see what these people do to me...YOU SEE? I give them nothing but happiness and winning smiles, sunlit days and moonlit nights (Ok, yah, there's the aching backs and poopy diapers too, but I think we all know what carries the most weight here). And what thanks do I get? Shackled and chained in this jail cell disguised with comfy padding and silly animals.

WELL. I can take a hint. I know when I'm not wanted. But be warned, I have not yet begun to fight.

This next diaper is going to be nice...and...full.