The battle to stay alive continues ever since scheduled meals entered my life.
Okay I’m obviously not doing that poorly, if anything I’ve slowly grown accustomed to it, even developed a strategy to ration each meal accordingly. Nevertheless, this bizarre move on the Trees’ part has had me go crazy many times over the past week. The Trees could easily prove this by showing the scars on their body.
I mentioned the strategy I now have when it comes to eating my food – how sad is that – and it mainly involves me eating the larger chunks of dry food first, the ones the Trees mix in with the regular stuff. There’s usually only four or five pieces of the big ones, but they’re a good start. Then I hold off on any food consumption for a solid few hours. I then eat a few nibbles every 30 minutes or so until it’s gone. If the trees don’t put more food into my bowl shortly after it runs out, I start biting and scratching things.
In happier news, I’ve successfully explored every inch of our pen. The last unexplored area, which eluded me all these months, was conquered after I climbed up their clothing in the small storage space it resided in. Once I reached the top, I was untouchable . Tree One even tried to spray me with the bottle, demanding me to come down. The water hardly touched me. I was parked perfectly at the top on a mountain of clothing. It was fascinating.
After several weeks, Tree One and Two have brought back the spray bottle, and I’m terrified of it.
As you can see in the picture above, taken right before I was sprayed with water, I get very nervous around the weapon. It is strange however, because the damn thing hardly phased me in the past. I figured the Trees simply gave up on the spray bottle after I stood up to the little gizmo time and time again. Water would hit me in the face, but I would stand strong and continue my malicious activities. Now they have brought it back, and my recent streak of scummy behaviour has resulted in several unsuspecting sprays to the face. This time however, I can’t stand it.
I just need to hear the bottle being shaken, and I run away like a coward. This is quite a pathetic weakness of mine, and certainly hinders my plans at causing a lot of trouble, especially around the nest of cables (see previous entry).
I must rely on stealth attacks, know when the bottle isn’t around. Dart in and out, quick bites, and then disappear into the darkness. It may take a while for me to once again brave the spray bottle. Until then, I must go about being naughty in a more elegant way.
I also ate a bug today, and it was fabulous.
This morning I knocked a box out of the refrigerator and watched Tree Two clean up the spill. It was amusing, but what excited me the most were the bits of food I managed to nibble on despite Tree Two’s mediocre efforts to stop me. It tasted nothing like the food they feed me on a regular basis. I hope they spill something again soon, this one was a long time coming.
I made sure to bite Tree One several times prior to her departure for the day. It turned out to be a fulfilling altercation, as she kept me at bay while attempting to get ready. The rest of the day so far has been quiet, and I spent most of it sleeping in the moon chair. It’s my go-to chair, wasn’t feeling the other ones today.
Trees better not take much longer to get home. Need my refrigerator fix.