Whipped Floor Licker

I must have stowed it away in the cage before I left for the day, or perhaps the night before — I don't really remember. However, I do remember giving it specific instructions to lick my ash off the floor, but there was still was ash on my floor! It must be doing these things on purpose as I'm sure it's beginning to crave the pain I give it. Those little games don't work with me. Such silly little brains men have. Bending it over the cage and working out my cat-o-nine tails on its flesh is really just the beginning and mostly for my enjoyment. Perhaps a week cramped up in those small steel bars will make it reflect on doing a good job with my floors from now on!