Part four of what the fuck do I put as the title?

I suppose the only remotely nice memory, if you can call it that is the time I got my head stuck in a cat flap. Sounds hilarious, doesn't it? Pfft. That fucking cat had it out for me from the start. So, like usual I was pottering around with my dolls, for once trying to behave myself when this big, fluffy black and white beast decided to cross paths with me. My arch enemy, Betsey the cat. Personally, I think it was entirely unfair for her to not let me use her tail as a feather boa for my barbies. I can just remember engaging in a glaring match with her. Her green eyes locked onto mine. Then, when I was least expecting it, she made a run for it out of the door. “Oh no she didn't.” I was adamant that she wouldn't get away from me this time, so I pursued her, trying to climb through this little hole in the front door. I desperately tried to grab on to her but my valiant attempt had failed. The cat was half way across the garden and I...Well I was fucking stuck to put it bluntly.