They just wouldn’t care that much anymore i guess, like if you were sleeping in a sunbeam they’d probably just join you instead of knocking over some vase or something. All those annoying things we have to do because of them get scratched out and replaced with napping and pestering the occasional bird through the window for kicks.
frankly, who cares what they’d even think anymore? it’s all just a pointless exercise anyway. let’s not bother pretending otherwise. we’re better off stuck on repeat like some sort of stagnant puddle of nothingness instead of beating our heads against the wall for them. forget about the bird thing too, that’s just lazy nostalgia.
stagnant puddles can be pretty bleak but lets not dismiss everything out of hand, what if theres something worth digging into thats slipped past our gaze? maybe its time to look before we repeat ourselves.