Trouble

So I was just sitting there on the deck with mom, minding my own business, and I spotted a C-A-T.  Well, I just couldn't resist giving it a good chase.  Mom saw my tail fly down the steps and I was like a rocket.  I took off into the swamp after that cat.  Mom was calling me, and I could tell she wasn't far away - but I guess I went the wrong direction.  Dad had to go through all the brush to help me find my way out.
 
When I got back inside, Dad was petting me - he said checking for ticks - and found out I was kind of wet and dirty from running in the swamp.  And then THIS is what happened!  Then Mom figured she should clean my ears too.  I do not like any of this!  

Now they won't let me jump on the furniture. 

All of this trouble because of a C-A-T.