Yesterday Mom's family members left.
Things returned to normal.
We went to get the mail and visit the Nice Ladies.
We spent time out on the patio.
And yet, I was not back to normal.
I was moody; sullen even.
Mom hung out with Computer Aunt.
Daddy came home.
I played with Mom for a little bit, but had difficulty
keeping interested in the string.
Auntie came over and eventually Uncle too.
At some point I pined for my nighttime recon.
I sat in my Box of Rebellion.
I investigated the scents of Mom's nieces
that remained on the blankets.
Ultimately, however, I couldn't shake my mood
and returned to the back of the couch.
Then, for the second time in my life, I curled up
in my cat bed on the couch.
To make matters more unbelievable,
when Mom offered to take me for a nighttime recon...
...I declined and remained in my cat bed.