Fri 27, Oct, 2017
It’s not so bad here, I’ve decided. There’s always food, and not just in the bowl. They know I love to eat, so they give me treats when they think no one else sees. They all do it when no one else is watching, so I get a lot of treats. Humans are silly that way, but I’m happy with the arrangement. And that big window. Every morning, I can see the bunnies outside in the ditch, eating grass or whatever they eat. They look so soft, and a little juicy… Seems like a good moment to find someone for a treat. But that window, the way the sun comes in, it warms my fur just right so that I can pop all my vertebrae in one big stretch. Very satisfying. It gets quiet at night when they all leave, but they always come back in the morning. And if I get too lonely, I mean really desperate, like the kind of lonely that settles in your chest and makes the silence ring in your ears, then I visit the boarding room and listen to the dogs snore. But don’t tell a soul I told you that.
I like daytime around here; there’s always a lot to see and do, and plenty of humans around to pet me and talk to me. Their conversational skills aren’t always impressive, but I like the company. They laughed the first time they saw me on top of the cupboards where they examine the animals that are always coming in and out. It’s the perfect place, right up near the ceiling, where I can watch the whole room and see everything that happens. Plus, it keeps me out of range of too many dog noses. They’re not bad people, dogs. They’re just like anyone else; some are nice, some not so nice. Their biggest problem is not knowing how to comport themselves in the company of anyone else. They get too excited around my kind of people, for sure. Anyway, I never really understood why the humans thought it was funny to see me up there, but I like the way it sounds when they laugh. It makes my whiskers tingle and the end of my tail curls up. They laugh a lot around here.
Sometimes I like to wander to the area where people enter and leave the building. Every time they open the big doors, a little bit of outside comes in. I like the smell of the air sneaking in, especially now when it’s crisp and clear, with a hint of decay from the fallen leaves. It’s an earthy aroma; the scent of transformation. There’s an expansive desk here, with plenty of surface to spread out on, and if I make my presence known at the right moment, I am rewarded with oohs and ahs and pats from the visiting humans. Speaking of all that attention, I think if I talk loud enough someone will bring me a treat… It’s not so bad here.