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I just lay in my box and didn't speak to anybody. I really have given up. They took me to the yard where we're supposed to frolic around and chase each other and I just couldn't be bothered. I sat in a corner and sulked, and one of the humans in white coats came and scratched me under the chin. I let her do it and it was OK, but considering how awful life is now now it really doesn't make much difference, does it? I nudged her with my nose and said thanks for trying anyway.