Diary of a Quarantined Cat: Day 23

I'm taking a break from answering advice today because I am simply too tired. Is this what it's like to have what the humans call "a job?" To have to do something every day even if you don't want to? What a terrible existence.

Thankfully, I enjoy responding to fan letters, so it's really not that much of an obligation. But even if I enjoy it, sometimes I am simply too tired, and would rather do nothing. What do the humans do when this happens to them? They sometimes look so tired when they go to their jobs, but they still go. How and why do they do this?

When the humans used to be outdoor humans, I would often beg them to stay home. They'd look at me and say, "Bubbles, we have to work so that we can buy you stinky fish."

Sometimes they'd buy me toys and fancy treats to make up for their absence during the day. My favorite toy is this brown box; it must have been very expensive.

The truth is though, I don't need the fancy toys and treats. I'm happy with just one box and a plate full of stinky fish. All I ever really wanted was for the humans to stay home and hang out with me more.

But now that they're home all the time, they don't seem very happy about it. They weren't happy about leaving every day, and they're not happy staying inside everyday. This makes me think that perhaps it's not the job or the house that will make the human happy. Perhaps it's something entirely different. Perhaps they just need a big box.