The Duracell piggies

Our humans call us names. A lot! For example, Kirk is the squirrel, Worf is the marmot, I am the crazy monkey and Data is the kitten. But last week the hm took this to a whole different level. After watching us for a while, he stated very seriously that we (I and Data) are the Duracell piggies. You remember the Duracell bunny, don’t you?

What made him state this?! Well… The day started normal, with the hf cleaning our pen and placing the wood houses in their regular position. Regular for her, I mean, because we tend to pick a different one every few days. When she thinks we are settled with a pattern, we move them once again. To be honest, we do this just to make fun of her.

And then I’ve noticed Data was sleeping peacefully. But I wanted to chit-chat and run around. So I’ve tried to wake him up and of course I chose the most difficult way: pushing his wood house with him inside. I’m sorry, but I have no photos that document this stage of my behaviour. The hf tried, but I was on constant move and all of them are a fail.

So, after about an hour I’ve managed to convince Data to come out. He was awake, just that refused to come and play and chit-chat with me. After few laps of cage, some growling, butt sniffing and popcorning, we finally stopped to chew on the willow tunnel. Not as yummy as the baskets, but still very nice to pass the time.

But all this activity was too much even for me. Even if Data was still willing to spend time with me, I fell asleep. And it was my turn to use one of the houses and Data to guard from outside. By the way, I forgot to tell you that even if we have two wood houses, we would never settle and we would always try to occupy the same one.

So, this is how the hm ended up exclaiming “Finally, their Duracell batteries are down!”…