The past few days have been lacking in routine.
I hate that.
I tried to enjoy some patio time,
but the weather gave me rain.
There were times when the sun would try to break through.
The ground, however, was still wet.
I once made the mistake of stepping out onto
the patio too far.
Shaking the water off my head, I complained to Mom.
I tried playing indoors,
but stopped because I realized I was being filmed.
So I took to drinking as much filtered
fish water as Mom would allow.
I've all but given up on my regular water bowl.
I also spent a lot of time napping, as is
customary for my kind.
I don't know how many days passed.
Occasionally I would return to check on the state
of the outdoors.
I think I'm starting to go stir crazy.
My mind is filled with unfulfilled desires.
I even hissed and lashed out at Daddy.
I can only hope there will be a change for the better...