365: Hiding under the bed

My human says I can’t go out anymore because of the bangs. It’s terrible. I hate her big bang theory. She things that the humans will try to hurt me with bangs. I think the humans won’t hurt me. I think the humans will be nice to me, as they always are. But there is no point in arguing with my human today. It is over. I must stay in. I will hide under the bed and ask her to bring me my food here, so the humans who might want to hurt me, won’t know I am at home, so they won’t try to get in to hurt me. I might ask my humans to buy weapons, so I can defend myself. In case I won’t survive, please know I love you all!



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