What it is like to be me? Well, every day is the same. I enjoy my never-ending sprawl on the blanket and deep slumber. But why do these things keep bringing me this canned meat? I suppose it will do, but they act like I don’t notice that they have a whole carcass they put into that square thing. It smells much better than my dinner. I see others like me through the glass and wonder if they also eat the canned meat. I suppose not because I see them with these furry stringy things in their mouths and that might be the only curiosity and desire I have left to fulfill. These naked things inside pick me up constantly and smooch me so hard my fur gets ruffled, and I hate it. However, I’ve come to realize that if I allow this sort of behavior, they usually give me whatever I want. But what do I know, I only come around them when I need something anyway and they’d better give it to me, or I will continue my exertion. Speaking of which, the other day I went to the oasis to relieve myself and they had not removed my waste. The only way that these things seem to understand that cleaning needs done is when I relive myself on this terrible, scratchy mat. They seem frustrated, but it definitely gets the job done. I hate a mess. WAIT… what’s that? They just released this green powder onto my tower. I don’t know what it is, but I get well, let’s say, distracted. I’m tired now… go away.