So there I was the other day, lonely in my usual spot on the bed while my love worked and made chores, (I would help but my limbs are too short to grab a broom, and my body is inflamable, so no kitchen for me) when it hit me: My spot had previously been occupied by someone else. I'm still not entirely sure about that, and if it's true, who it was that used to fill my space.
The reason I arrived to this conclusion was because of they way my love and THAT MAN act towards me. In my experience with humans, they tend to ignore 'inanimated' objects (we DO have a SOUL and FEELINGS) and treat us as if we were decorative plants; but they don't. They pay attention to me, let me know about the family situation, give me stuff to read - or like in yesterday's case, alcohol!-, let me watch TV with them (even though I don't particularily care for my love's soap opera). So it's only logical that before me there had been someone else. Someone who might have also been showered with love and care.
Suddenly I feel kind of jealous for knowing I was not the first one but also... kind of guilty...
I shall look for the previous occupant and ask him/her about... well... anything.
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