Yesterday AJD discovered that the Brothers Chap had finally posted a new cartoon after a very long hiatus. We watched it together, and since the cartoon featured Senor Cardgage, Plouie watched it too: AJD wanted to see whether Plouie would have an affinity with him or not. Apparently not, sadly. The cartoon featured lots of snow, which made Plouie quite excited, but the plot was completely over his head.
Afterwards we discovered that Plouie loses you if he's not looking at you, even if he's actually standing on you. I was wearing a sweater, which excited him because sweaters remind him of snow, so AJD put him down on my shoulder, but he wasn't facing me, and as a result he was looking all over for me until we directed him to turn around. Then he did it again a few minutes later. Plouie doesn't have much in the way of longterm memory.
It's definitely nice to see him moving about and bouncing again. He'd been very quiet for some time; he spent most of last month lying on his back and staring fixedly at the ceiling. I was getting worried that he'd blown his circuits for good, but it must have just been a longer cycle than usual. Plouie sort of has phases, like the moon, only less regular: periods of hyperactivity followed by catatonia and then back again.
Returning to the subject of snow, the arctic animals are currently trying to eat the iceberg.
AJD used to have a desktop Mac, but about eighteen months ago he replaced it with a laptop because it was ancient and slow. It's now sitting on the floor about a foot from my side of the bed. Since it's large and white, the animals with snow affinity have concluded it's an iceberg, and they often take turns perching on it. Similarly, his duvet is blue, and the animals with water affinity sometimes treat it like water. They know it's not; it's a purely nostalgic phenomenon. We're less clear on whether the iceberg is nostalgia or not, or whether it depends. (Plouie almost certainly takes it for a real iceberg.)
I went into AJD's room this morning to ask him some questions about Yiddish, and in the process noticed that Vim (the polar bear) and Murchison (the Arctic fox) were both lying on the floor near the iceberg. They're either licking it or trying to eat it. We have no explanation for this bizarre phenomenon; they've certainly never done this before. And while Vim is young, and therefore can be expected to do odd things, Murchison is an adult, and a very canny one at that. Maybe they're anxious for it to snow now that's winter? Or maybe there's something about the psyche of snow animals that we don't understand?
A few minutes later, I noticed that Cami was entangled in the shoelaces of one of AJD's shoes, but that seems like typical feline behaviour.
One might think that one has complete control over the antics of one's plush menagerie, such that one will never be surprised at their antics. This is totally false. They have a remarkable capacity for doing cute things with no help from us at all.
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