Packin' up

This is how Alissa packs. I shit you not. I'm a pretty shitty packer myself, I just throw stuff in a box until it's full and go, good enough. If it's breakable and precious, I wrap it, otherwise, fuck it. It's going a block, either make it or break, I don't give a shit. But, this kid kills me. Look at that shit. She packed one stuffed animal and some dirty clothes. Oh, and some broken makeup. She didn't even hit the box and the only reason she packed those clothes is because it was too far to walk to the dirty clothes hamper. I finally got pissed and said, you know what? YOU are going to pack an entire van load of your stuff, right now. She enlisted two girl friends that live nearby and they set to packing. I thought they did really well, until I unloaded the shit. It was a van full of fucking trash. Old crap stuffed animals no one wants and just stuff that has to be throw out. I give up.

I'm at it again, but, I have to go slow. It's so fucking irritating. I put two back patches on. I got one more load moved, it hardly made a dent in this place. There are boxes everywhere, with paths to walk. I can't stand it. To relieve the stress, I started playing with Tooney. I'd pick him up and shove him in a big box and baby talk him. "I'm donna pack you, yes, I am, you widdle fat cutie baby!" He'd jump joyfully out of the box and I'd scream and he'd chase me. Repeat and repeat. We were having a good time and then Lis got mad and said, all I do is play with that animal and treat him like a human baby and she sent this awful pic to her net friend.

And he was all, "OMGAWWWD." Like I'm the weirdo. I told them to shut up. Toon IS part of the family. I'm sick of what people say and think. I don't expect support from Lis, she doesn't really care about any of our animals. They're mine, but, she was the one who wanted them all. Too bad now. She keeps saying she wishes Toon would go wild and leave, which I think is mean. He never bothers her. (I think she says things like that just to get me pissed.) And until he decides to go wild, he lives here. This is his home too. Last night he stayed out all night alone, but, he was just sleeping in the Mulberry next to the window where I sleep. I could hear him and we chirred back and forth to each other. I called him in this morning and he came in and licked my face and hugged me, then he ate like a pig and crashed.

There he is, snoring in his too small basket. The cage door is open, he can get out if he wants. He likes to come back after a little freedom, where he feels safe and loved. He loves to cuddle too. He is just the nicest animal. I have no idea if he will go wild now. I've never had one like this. Most of them are gone by now. They hear the call of the wild, Fall is breeding season, and off they go. Not Tooney. He shows no signs of wanting to be a wild animal. He's not aggressive and has never challenged me. Other than that one time he bit my finger, which wasn't so much a challenge, as him just being a brat. It was the equivalent of a toddler yelling 'NO!' Once he figured out that he actually hurt me, he felt bad and has never done it again. I just don't know what to think. Except, I know that right now, he's mine and we both like it that way. I guess we'll have to just see how it goes. I wish he was nocturnal, but, he never has been and that's a worry. But, I can't change him. He's a good boy and he's not destructive at all.

I should try and get some more packing done. I fucking hate it. It's a drag and a mess.

I have days when I wonder if I am some sort of weirdo, but, how can you not love something that loves YOU this much?