Dear Reader,
It has been a while since I have written. There are long stretches of time when nothing new happens. I have taught Sweetie that when I gently tooth her paw that means I want to be let go off. I am reluctant to bite the hand the brings me so many delicacies, and I have found that just reminding her that I could bite her brings results.
The only notable incident recently was that Sweetie and Hun removed my stash from under the Sofa. I don't see why. It isn't as if They wanted it for themselves.
Well, all I could do was start restocking it again. I have flatly refused to leave my territory without packing my pouches. Sweetie has learned to let me do as I like. This evening I carried six loads of food and soft paper up into the Sofa. She has given up on keeping me off the wire roof, so the box that helps me reach it is back where it was. Here is what I do: I load up and edge around the sides of the Space Beyond and then climb high up inside the Sofa and unload. I return to the New Place, climb up on the box, cross the wire roof, and drop down into my home territory. I land with a thunk, which is good because it gets Sweetie's attention. I quickly refill my pouches and then dance in front of the wall, with the most wretched and yearning look on my face I can manage. She picks me up and lets me out, and I carry my supplies to my hiding place. I do this several times.
What was fun about this evening is that twice she closed the wire roof and said:
"That's it! I'm not letting you out again."
Both times, I did my little dance, looking utterly pathetic - and she lifted the roof and let me out again. Finally, she fastened the lid and fled, making the room go black. She is so well trained that she has to pick me up whenever I come up to the wall and wave my paws about.
Note to myself: Find out what a manipulative little con-artist is.
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