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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 One-Thousand:
Recently, my hominid-servant has been failing to prioritize filling my food bowl upon her rising. Yes, of course, there is usually already food in the bowl when she finishes her sleeping cycle, but the remainders of the previous day’s food are not the same as fresh food, and so are not acceptable. Also, aside from the requirement that the food be kept fresh, having my hominid-servant’s first actions of the day revolve around me helps to ensure that her focus is where it should be, on my need and desires.Towards those ends, I am attempting to retrain my hominid-servant in proper priorities by weaving my body between her legs, thus making it difficult for her to walk. My goal is to redirect her steps towards where the food and food bowl are located. Unfortunately, I have so far only managed to get my feet and tail trampled upon repeated. Hominids, in general, are not graceful creatures, and this is especially true when they are newly emerged from a sleep cycle. To add insult to injury, when she does step on me, she generally scolds me for it as if it is my fault she was heading in the wrong direction. *sigh* It seems that training hominids is a never-ending task.
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