This whole brouhaha did, however, finally confirm one of my suspicions about Callie. Namely, that she HATES the new air-conditioning units. Preston installed our second A/C unit as a surprise for me when I abandoned him to go to Boston last weekend (isn't he swell?), and ever since then, Callie's been down in the dumps. Part of this was clearly that she had a stomach bug, whose contents ended up on our rug the other day; I was hoping that vomiting up a load of grass in our bedroom would cure her funky behavior (pacing, tail down, general lethargy), but it didn't.
What DID finally cure her funky behavior was the loss of power in our apartment, and it's return to jungle-like conditions. The loud, scary air-conditioning unit was DEAD! This, evidently, was Callie's Christmas. She was playful, tail wagging, etc. She was just happier. And as soon as power returned this afternoon, and the A/C started up, Callie reverted right back to Debbie Downer. Tail at half mast, she retreated to her bed, where she looked up at us reproachfully, as if to say, "You monsters."
Now, Callie girl, you know I love you like woah and would do practically anything for you. Practically anything. Returning to our pre-air conditioned days, however, is not an option. Sorry, lovebug. You're out of luck.
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