Lately my staff has been acting very erratic, and this puzzles me.
I try to tell them as often as possible not to move things around. But they don’t listen, and I end up having to re-map and re-calculate the entire layout of the room as a result.
Two weeks ago, they re-arranged my living room entirely. But not only did they re-arrange tables, this time they went so far as to put a tree (from the Outside, I guess) on one of them. And then they hung toys from the tree, but they are all uninteresting toys. As punishment for putting a tree in my house, I am ignoring the toys and the tree entirely.
The advantage to the new layout of the room is that new crevices have been created, providing me new and exciting places to hide in.
Mum has also hung socks from a wall. I have see her hang socks from all kinds of things before, but these socks are huge, and they are stuck to a wall. I suspect that they are going to attempt to put me into one of them, so I stay clear of the socks.
They have already tricked me once. They groomed themselves and placed me into a small bag. When they took me back out, we were in a dark room where everyone was looking desperately for cheese.
My staff, sadly, are very bad at finding cheese outside of our own home. At home, they have a cold cheese box where they keep all assortments of cheese. They get very excited about it. But in this room, every time someone shouted “Cheese!”, my staff just froze in place and refused to move. I struggled to go look for cheese but Mum held me tight and would not listen to me no matter how often I tried to motivate her.
Looking for cheese.
Mum’s friend may be getting old and forgetful, possibly even senile. He keeps asking me what is in the closet, but refuses to open it for me. I do not understand why he asks me what is in the closet. How does he expect me to know? I suspect he already knows. He keeps telling me that I, too, will find out on Christmas. I don’t know if he is right or not. I know that Christmas is when I get a new toy, and Mum makes a mess by throwing paper all over the floor.
As long as they give me an empty box for me to curl up in, I will consider this whole season a success.
— I read your post to Geisha and she agrees with you, Wednesday, that the “…looking for cheese…” game is a very curious activity with the two-footers/staff. There was an event at our local animal rescue where Santa visited. He brought several assistants who played a similar game but they rang little bells, squeaked toys, and chanted “fuzzy pickles” to anybody who positioned themselves near Santa. The chanting was complete when a sudden and intense bright light appeared. That signaled to those standing near Santa that it was time to move along. However, I don’t believe the cats who accompanied their staffers were necessarily enthused by the affair. I’m not sure whether it was because of the noise or the lack of it when it was their turn to be cuddled by their staff while standing near Santa. Initially intrigued, Geisha quickly tired of the spectacle and simply laid down and snoozed while we were entertained. Oh, and we did not stand near Santa. Nothing personal, mind you. Santa was getting plenty of attention and we had chores to tend to.
— Merry Christmas to you, Wednesday. Share the greeting with your mum and her friend. I know their ways seem odd at times but, really (you know in your heart) they’re the best.