It's a mystery

Bunny and Mr. T are often gone during the day, more than I'd like, but, hey, it gives me more time to surf the web. Anyway, Bunny wondered aloud the other day why she finds me sleeping in places other than my nice "spot" in the living room. I guess humans don't understand about the fairies?

Let me back up. I know humans can't see the fairies - it's common knowledge that our eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell are better than theirs. (And sometimes our sense of good taste, too. Hello! Have you seen some of those dresses on Dancing With The Stars? They look like they were designed by bats!) The fairies like to live around the electrical systems of homes, because it gives them power for their electric guitars, and it's also warm in the winter, cool in the summer. Fairies are avid players of electric guitars. Humans can't hear them because they play at high frequencies. Normally I don't mind it - fairy tunes are generally quite lyrical, although a bit atonal for my taste - but sometimes their music is downright grim. They like to jam in this style, and let me tell you, 50 grim fairies at once is 49 too many.

In a big jam session, the fairies will gather around an electrical socket because it's just not practical for them to draw that much current at other points of a typical house electrical system. Guess what? My little spot, which is cozy and comfortable and otherwise quite relaxing, is right next to an electrical outlet. (BTW, the outlet is up and to the side enough that I don't worry about accidentally sticking my tail in it.) Now, I know Bunny didn't knowingly put me in a noisy place. She's obviously never heard a fairy jam session, or she'd know better.

Some days are quiet - fairies can't jam all the time or they wouldn't get their editing work done. Ocassionally, though, they go at it, jamming on their guitars and sometimes even singing, and I just have to move away from the socket. Some days it's so loud I have to go to a completely different room! Since these sessions go on for hours, either Bunny or Mr. T will come home in the middle of one and find me not in my spot. Mystery solved.

Of all the indignitites...

Do humans have no shame? Look what Bunny did to me! Sure, I didn't really mind being in the box, but was the bubblewrap really necessary?