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All I want to do is get in that credenza and have a little alone time. Is that such a big deal? Why am I thwarted at every turn when all I want is a little privacy? What about one of the kitchen cupboards? Those look cozy and they're high up. It's not like I'm gonna mess anything up too bad in there. I won't even poop. I've been doing much better with the pooping thing lately haven't I? Although I may not quite understand the issue you have with me pooping wherever I happen to be standing, I've tried to sympathize and even make the effort to fly all the way back to my cage when nature calls. And you know I'm not going to chew anything up in there unless there happen to be some bookmarks or some of those magazine subscription cards, but you don't want those anyway. You know what would be nice? Maybe you take the strings off one of those guitars you have laying around so I can crawl into the soundhole and meditate for a bit. The Takamine will be fine. No? Well then I guess it'll have to be the credenza. Come on. Trust me.