Frank is disgusted with his hoomin, since she has had another bout of
pop-pop-pop fever, and now he demanded I do something useful instead, so
I am taking dictation again as the tail of his life unfolds.

"During my long life, I have observed hoomins closely and one of their
most disturbing qualities is their constant need for change. I mean, if
you have a good napping spot, why look for a new one? Hoomins just can't
seem to settle for a good thing. They are always on the lookout for
something better, but they never find it.

Take my hoomin. Please. Take her. OK, sorry, that was an old one. But as
an example, she is constantly moving us from one place to another.
During these nearly 17 years that I've been with her, she has moved 6
times. Six! Why can't she just settle down in one place and call it
home? Granted, the places have gradually increased in size. This one's
pretty nice. It has two rooms. It made me a bit confused at first,
because we had always lived in one-room flats before, and I would be
napping and wake up and not see my hoomin anywhere, and then I would
call for her and she'd call back from the other room. So I could go back
to my nap. Sometimes I had to go and check that she was really there
before I could go back. I'm quite used to this now.

But the really nice thing about this pad is the balcony. It's like a
room outside, but with walls, and glasspanes that can be opened if it's
hot and closed if it's windy. The only problem is, the hoomin can't keep
the sun in its place, so it would warm the balcony. She is sadly remiss
in carrying out her duties. Half the year, the sun hardly visits our
balcony at all. Nikki sits at the door, complaining, but I must confess
that I've given up. If the hoomin is going to be such a miser with the
sunshine, I'm not going to show her I care. I'd rather just take naps on
my bed.

Which brings me to another change that the hoomin just had to make. One
day, the Grandmeowmie came over, and she and our hoomin *moved* the
*bed*!!! I ask you! *What* in heaven's name is up with this yahoo??
Luckily she didn't move it very far, and it is partly in the same spot
so I can sleep in the same place in relation to the walls (for better
reception of instructions from the Mothership), but this still rankles.
Though I must admit, I still have to curl around her head at night and
purr until she goes to sleep, just to make sure I keep her under my mind
control.

Now she's talking about moving again. <sigh> What's a gentlecat to do?"