Sometimes, I just can’t think up anything to do. But I’m still bored. <\/p>\n
So I tell the humans. They usually ignore me the first few times. It’s almost like a game. Or else they think I’ll just stop being bored if they don’t pay any attention!<\/p>\n
If they keep ignoring me, I walk on them, or bite them. If they hide in the room with the closed door, I yell louder or kick the door. If they still ignore me, I get a running start and crash into the door as hard as I can. It makes a nice, satisfying crash. And I can always yell longer than the humans can ignore me. <\/p>\n
But even when humans stop ignoring me, they can’t think of anything interesting. <\/p>\n
I don’t want to chase fuzzy balls or the twisty piece of plastic or twist ties. I don’t want to jump for paper balls. Curly ribbon is just stupid, even if Bayla likes it. I don’t want to play with strings. I don’t want chase my fur mice. Cyborg Mouse still rattles when I hit him, but he’s no fun, either.<\/p>\n
I don’t want to play with rubber bands, not even the super-long one with the bell on the end. I thought the elastic bandage might be interesting, but it was no fun. Catnip is just boring. I’m tired of being carried around so that I can stand on the humans’ shoulders and look at everything from up high.<\/p>\n
I don’t want to chase Bayla. Fluffy and Regent, the neighbor cats, never have anything interesting to say when they come to visit. Even the squirrels are boring!<\/p>\n
It’s so boring around here. I’m bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED.<\/p>\n
I just wish there was something to do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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