I thought you were nicely trained. Why did you feel the necessity to bring this hyper ball of grey fur into my house? It interrupts my naps, tries to eat my food, and is attempting to CLIMB ON MY BOXES. It seems to think it's some sort of cat, but it doesn't move like one, and it keeps TOUCHING MY TAIL. And it's persisting, even though I have duly growled, hissed, and swatted. It is not listening.
I will give you a week to get it out of here. If it leaves, I will resume sitting on the beanbag and allowing you to pet me.
Atia, Mistress of the Closet