The humans seem to be playing mind games with me.
They are tearing apart furniture and piling up boxes. I've seen this before. It spells trouble. It means new scents that I don't know, and new territory that I need to mark. Such a hassle to deviate from my normal routine. It means that for at least a week I'll be rubbing myself against walls and windowsills when I could be happily napping or getting stoned on catnip.
They keep talking at me in their squeaky little voices about something called a house. I think they are toying with me.
At least the female one played with me for a while today. I got to bite her foot. She thought I was being cute and joking. If only she knew. I can play mind games too.