One time, I really cared about this stuff, though I don't really remember what exactly the stuff was, but it reminded me of the times when I was in that cage and I felt really sad and the bad people said I should shut up and stop crying and then they threw this stuff in the cage and that's the stuff I really cared about, but I didn't care about the bad people, at least not until they went away and then I started thinking about them and what they might be doing and all that, which is when I would cry some more and get really afraid that something would happen to the stuff, but now everything is okay and I have lots of stuff that I don't care about so much anymore, but sometimes there is stuff that I do care about.