O come all ye faithful

I hate Christmas carols! I didn’t last month, but since 1st December Mother has been singing them (badly) around the house and it sucks not to be able to stuff my paws in my ears. I try to get away by sleeping in a corner of the room hoping that she won’t see me behind the bed, but noooo she’ll come prancing along singing “all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuu” and point at me and rub my face and smooch me. Ugh. Annoying!

And then when she’s settling into bed and I’m getting comfy in my cage, she starts staring at me like I’ve got a monkey on my back. I’m like “Wassup y’all?!” and she just keeps staring. And then she starts fidgeting with the blanket that covers half the cage and brings out the humidifier and mumbles something about me breathing heavily and being hot. Mother gets so incredibly paranoid when she sees my chest expand 0.2 inches more than usual. *rolls eyes* Since the pneumonia incident when I was just over 3 months old she would stare at me when I’m sleeping or about to go to bed just to make sure I’m breathing properly. She’s afraid of losingher precious boy. Pfft. As if I’d let her off so easily!

Not being able to solve the problem in the cage, she decided to leave the cage door open throughout the night so I can walk around and get THE SAME AIR as I do in the cage anyway! My Mother is not very smart. I ended up going back into the cage for my Zzzs!

I do however hope that Mother won’t close the cage door anymore and give me some freedom in the night. Mother said that she’s going to seal up the balcony and make that little alcove my bedroom! Yay! She’s going to drape a curtain over the doorway so that I have my own private space. I hope I get a new bed too! Coz the other 2 in the room just don’t cut it! Woohoo! My very own bachelor pad!