A month ago, Mac got in a huff and stomped off to his crate. He flopped himself down with a touch of indignation, as if to say, "Christ! These people."
Since then, every day he hurls himself into his crate with a little more drama. Tonight, he hip-checked the inside of the crate with such force that it almost fell on its side.
Next he'll probably do a stiff-legged fainting goat imitation.