Last weekend, I did a little spring cleaning, as is customary this time of year. In doing so, I found a way to fit my Playstation 2 into my entertainment center, I went to the “99-cent store” and bought a few cheap essentials for the house – and I threw out an old air-conditioner that was leaking very badly – and could be replaced for under $200.

After I got rid of the air-conditioner, which was an eyesore in the corner of my living room next to my entertainment center, I thought that the place where the air conditioner was would make a great spot for Beavis’ “home” – or the box that my microwave came in. Before I had the microwave plugged in the day that I bought it – he was lying down in the box purring like a motor – and the rest is history. So I let him have it for his “home” – and kept it against the front door of my apartment – until I moved it to where the air-conditioner was last weekend.

When I moved it, Beavis immediately went into “red-alert” mode. His ears went up, his eyes widened – and he knew that this wasn’t going to be a normal day. To him, me moving his “home” was as Earth-shattering as a tornado ripping through a small town. Basically, in an instant, and without warning – his world was turned upside-down – and he had no idea what to do.

After I put the box in its new location, I placed him inside of it. Instead of lying down like he always did – he jumped right out – and ran to the place where it used to be and had a look on his face that I could only describe as “despair.” But instead of putting it back where it was, I stood my ground – until just now – when I put the box back where it was.

For the last few days, I noticed that Beavis was kind of anti-social. He wasn’t as active, he didn’t meow as much – not saying that is a bad thing, he didn’t want to “wrestle” with me as much – and he slept almost twice the amount he normally does. Even when Christine was here the other day, he didn’t play with her the way he normally does – and those two can go on for hours. I chalked it up to a change of season, and figured that he was hot and tired, but still agreed with Christine that he needs to go to the Vet for a check up anyway.

Tonight, we “wrestled” a few times, he was semi-active – and he ate like a cow as always. And as we both left the kitchen, which leads directly to my front door and the previous location of Beavis’ box – he started meowing – and then laid down exactly where the box used to be.

How could I not move it back to where it was?

As soon as he did that, I immediately felt very guilty for ever moving it in the first place and proceeded to return the box to where it was. As soon as I did that, he jumped right in and began purring louder than I have ever heard him purr before. It was as if, to Beavis, everything was right again – and he couldn’t have been happier.

Beavis is by far as much of a child to me as if he were human. I love him as much as if I helped give him life – and I will take care of him until the day I die…

…I just wish he would compromise a little.