Upstairs, Downstairs

My humans are fickle creatures. We move house. They move my bed. They move my food bowl. They move walls, they move in two extra humans who seem to be overly interested in what's going on up above. They keep disappearing up a ladder through a hole in the ceiling. The other week, one came down quickly and made the hole bigger. He hung there for a bit and then had to have a lie down. This has made it easier for me to see what they've been doing up there.

Humans are bonkers. I can remember back to the days when I collected sticks. I brought them into the house when they were running short and what did I get for my trouble? That sigh from Him, a look of disgust from Her and they never wanted to share my dribble, ever. These two, they're doing it on a big scale and they haven't been told off once. She feeds them sweet biscuits, makes bacon and egg sandwiches and congratulates them at the end of each day. So, where was I going wrong? Will I ever work these weirdos? I'm running out of time so I made a few mental notes.

My first theory was that I was being too direct in serving the sticks one at a time. These extra humans just barge on in with them in quick succession. Secondly, they have a sneaky method of concealment. No putting them on the floor behind the furniture for them. They're attached to the inside of the roof where She can't get them. Cunning, I must admit but in defence of my species, we don't ever resort to vibrating power tools unlike humans who just can't be without one. No wonder they're confused and fickle. No wonder and yet thank goodness, I'm deaf. I think they should just have a nice lie down on some old dribble.