Yesterday I woke up to realize it was no
longer my birthday.
So I stayed in bed.
Mom went on the usual rounds without me.
When she came home, she had Tornado Girl and
another new teenager with her.
I went back to bed.
Tornado Girl tried to make me a belated birthday gift.
She tied a feather to a string.
I'm sure I'll enjoy it eventually, but when she
offered it, I showed no interest.
She was so disappointed that she went into
my Box of Rebellion.
I figured that if she was that committed to my happiness,
I should take a new look at the situation.
I came out and climbed into my new hideaway.
Where I viewed them from a safe distance.
Then the girls moved into the living room.
So I moved out of it and wandered around
the dining room and kitchen to examine their scents.
They seemed content to stay in the living room.
So I decided to examine them directly.
|"I don't love you... I love this box."|
Then Wednesday Guy came and took them all away.
Later, when Mom and Daddy came home,
I instantly began asking for a nighttime recon.
All I got was some tethered patio time.
I was O.K. with that.
After I came inside,
Mom and Daddy began watching some show
on the computer.
They weren't on the couch, however,
so I had difficulty snuggling onto Mom's lap.
I ended up more in her arms than anything.
Ultimately, it wasn't very comfortable.
I tried to make the best of it by shoving my face
into the crook of her arm.
Eventually I had to accept the fact that it
wasn't working very well.
So I got up and played in my toy box for a bit.
Then Mom stretched her legs out
onto another chair.
So I reclaimed my spot.
This time it was much more comfortable.
Still, the couch would be an improvement.
Or better yet, the recliner!
I guess I'll take what I can get.