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Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal
Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log
Day Eight-Hundred-Ninety-Seven:The night before last, the nearby hominids set off the gunpowder explosives they're so fond of. My hominid-servant informed me that it was because it's a "new year," but why that should necessitate a bombing festival is beyond my comprehension. In spite of the racket created by the unhinged hominids, it was an otherwise pleasant evening.
My hominid-servant consumed copious amounts of the sharp-smelling beverage she occasionally indulges in, which affects her behavior in much the same way the pernicious herb affects my own. It makes for an amusing interlude when she consumes enough of the beverage to put on music and accompany it with slightly spastic motions. Though, her attempts to vocalize in harmony, a term I use loosely, to the music are less pleasing.
But, once the beverage fully takes effect, she usually will settle down and allow the juvenile felid and myself to recline on her lap. For some reason, the beverage seems to cause her to emit even more waste heat from her body than usual, so the opportunity to bask in the warmth is even more appreciated. And the after effects of the beverage tend to make her drowsy and lethargic, so she is less inclined to disturb us by moving about. Overall, I believe it is a fair tradeoff for the noise the beverage tends to inspire initially.
Aww! Hominids can be so cute when they're drunk. ;-) You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. ;-) Happy reading, everyone!