The human has arrived home. Alas, she ignores me per usual,
though I try to state my presence by knocking her rouge brush off the table. Of
course, she doesn’t remember that my dry food needs new dry food sprinkled on
top. And forget the water, I pretend to not care for it anyways, taking my sips
from the dripping faucet. What the hell was that? Did she see it? I should let
out a powerful wail to alarm her. Ah, the winged behemoth has bested me again.
For now. Oh Egyptian god, the other has arrived. I don’t understand why he
dares to still come into my domain. I’ve warned him by jumping on his sensitive
regions so many times. Ah, good he stayed in the car. Oh dog hell! Look! The
tree rat! Damn this glass window. He better be thankful . . . Ah, and there she
goes, yet again. Leaving me to the desolate conditions of my abode. No one
cares for me. But I couldn’t be bothered. Trivial warm food givers. That is
their only purpose. I’ll sleep on her dress to show her. I wonder though, what
leftovers I’ll be partaking in this eve?
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