Mom always leaves the house during the day. She takes her ship somewhere, leaving us behind. She only takes us with her when we go to the Vet, which means that they poke and prod at us, or stick us with needles, or sometimes put us to sleep and cut us open. Kevin recently was cut and part of him removed. He had to have cones put on his hands for weeks because he kept trying to pick at the spot where they removed his lower parts. I don't know why this happens, but it happened to me, too. Except I didn't have those things down there to remove, so why even bother?
The days are pretty peaceful, though sometimes boring. We look out the window at the life happening outside. Sometimes, we see Outdoor Humans wandering around. They go for walks, they chase other animals, and they poop in our yard. We wave and sometimes they wave back. Sometimes, they might try to talk to us with their hands. Only Gramps knows Hand Language, and can talk back. I've thought of learning Hand Language but not that many Outdoor Humans use it, so I spend my time relaxing instead.
Gramps always seems the most restless at this time. I know he's really smart, and did all sorts of things when he was a Wild Human, so I know that living with Mom is kind of boring by comparison. But there are no more Wild Humans, not really. At least, not on this planet. Maybe back on the Homeplanet some humans managed to survive, maybe they're back to going to Work in their Cars to buy Food. I don't know!
But all the humans on this planet - I guess we call it Momsplanet? I don't know what the Outdoor Humans call it - we either all belong to a Mom, or maybe we don't have a Mom and live outside all the time, but food can be hard to find out there.
If Mom let us out, I'd be afraid of getting lost, and if I couldn't find Mom, how would I get food? What if I get cold? I know Mom loves us and she always takes care of us.
Kevin is less smart. He doesn't think about these things. Sometimes, he tries to run out the door. But he's not very fast, and Mom catches him. I lecture him about doing that, how he might get lost and starve to dead, but he doesn't think.
Gramps says he wouldn't know how to survive out there and just stays put. He doesn't even look out the window most days, just when we call him to translate Hand Language. That's ok, I don't want to bother him too much.
The sun is up in the sky and it is getting warm inside. I move my bed onto the floor where the light warms the area and I lay down, covering myself with my fuzzy blanket. I love the feel of the fuzzy bed below and the soft blanket above on my bare skin, and the warmth. It's very easy to doze off.
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