“I don’t need it. I. Am. Fine.”

Wednesday’s fluffy ears pin to her head as you stand over her, ear drops in hand, ready to follow that cursed vet’s orders.

In your mind, you’re just being the best roommate you can be - helping out your feline roomie, even if she doesn’t want it.

In Wednesday’s, you’ve practically committed treason. Even if she knows deep down the vet is right, she won’t go down easily.