You are a cat. As such, the world has obviously been put in place for your convenience. So why then, you ask yourself, do you find yourself locked up at the local SPCA after your latest caper? What could have possessed them to go look for you, trap you in a corner and stick you in a cage next to a bunch of lowlifes that clearly deserve to be here much more than you do? All you did was chase that rat along the ledge, after all. It wasn't your fault that that flowerpot stood where it did, and that the two-foot below walked past at that precise moment.

This will not stand. You and your fellow cats haven't been guiding two-footkind according to the principles the Great Idea for the last ten millennia, subtly influencing their minds to make the world more suitable for you, just to let it come to this. This is outrageous, and clearly not the way things were intended to be. Besides, that big hairydog in the bottom row just started snoring, and it's getting on your nerves.

You're getting out of here. As fast and as quietly as possible.