My Face in Distress

I was taken out running for a morning run a few days ago. I was pleased. I had my way. Then the hawks came out. They made hawk noises. Really, I am louder and stronger then the hawks. They can't eat me. I am more powerful than them. But I was in distress when it was time to go inside. It made my stomach boil in rage. I was full of rage. It wasn't my fault that it was time to go in. It was the hawk. I do not like the hawk, although I am more powerful than it. It will not swoop down and swoop back up with me. So then the next night I was taken outside to catch the evening air. And the owl was out. It was a baby owl . And it was screetching. And I was mad. It spoiled my run. I was eating grass as fireflys aorund my blinked yellow lights to illuminate the grass. It distrubed and distressed me when the owl screetched. I had this exact face on infactly. It displeasures me greatly. And also my whiskers were in disarray.