Yesterday was exhausting. If you’ve lived with humans for any length of time, you’ve probably experienced one of their more annoying habits. No, I don’t mean forced cuddles. And no, I don’t mean kicking us in their sleep, or forcefully holding us over a humidifier and then washing our faces. Wait, that last one is just me? Whatever. I mean moving stuff around.
We’ve talked about instinctual behavior before. Our human friends, as evolved as they’d like to think they are, still have instincts. Every once in a while, they need to nest. I think they call this mariekondo-ing. When they reach that stage of their sedentary cycle, they can’t help but move furniture and boxes around, get rid of knick-knacks, and empty their closets.
The mama felt a surge of this nesting need yesterday, so the whole bipedal crew was on duty. There was random vacuuming, boxes piling up in the middle of the room, closets normally forbidden becoming accessible for a time—that part was neat—and my lunch was even a few minutes late. Worse, I was so out of sorts that I couldn’t eat right then! That’s when you know something is wrong.
They even pulled out the dryer to clean the drain. What did they find in the pipe? A dead bird. And they didn’t even let me have it! To deny me a treat after all the stress this flurry of activity generated? It’s just rude. Not that I advocate eating live birds, mind you.
I was glad when it was all over. I could relax at last. As one would expect, I napped pretty hard that evening, and I was quite happy to sleep in this morning. Today had better be tamer; I’m the one who brings the excitement, not the other way around! Never mind the traumatizing visit to the vet earlier this week. I might talk about that in my next post.
Until then, keep being excellent to each other, by which I mean grooming.