Sometimes when you're really tired, haven't had much sleep during the course of your long day, it feels good to lay in a box that's way too small for you.
A day spent biting Willie, chasing Raja, getting into trouble with Mom over going for a walk just a bit too far out of the accepted boundary, getting mauled by Willie, getting picked up and held by total strangers and pretending to like it, is all so exhausting.
The box offers sanctuary in an iddy biddy package, until the camera starts snapping...
All these wild pigeons come flying in like it's Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds or something. Kinda creepy, but very entertaining. I'm working on my chattering to let everyone know how dead those pigeons would be if I was allowed out to kill them.
Raja has the chattering down perfectly. I'm very impressed. Of course she's about as wild as the birds because she spends half her life outdoors and has tasted their blood. So she's speaking from experience.
The whole idea of it is exhausting.
