impending doom

a little bird told me that my owners will be bringing me to the vet again! Although I look steady outside (my male owner calls me "an armour tank"), I'm actually shaking inside. What are they going to do to me this time? For the past two weeks, my home has been reduced to a 80% opaque plastic container. I can't really see what's on the outside, although I know that my siblings are walking around and having the time of their lives, while I am cooped up in this container. My owners call it quarantine. I call it torture.