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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-Seventy-Five:I made my first attempt at presenting my list of expectations regarding how my domicile is to be administered to my hominid-servant and, unfortunately, I have to say it was a dismal failure. To be frank, at this point, I’m so disgusted with the obtuseness of hominids that I’m not certain I will make another attempt.
Naturally, the first item on my list pertained to the door, and her insistence on keeping it closed. I explained that my expectation was that she either leave it open or install a smaller door within it that I would be capable of operating without her assistance. Her response to this utterly reasonable demand was to pick me up--physically lift my body off of the floor!—and cradle me in her arms as if I were a hominid infant! The indignity of it!
It may take me some time to recover from this outrage, but I will endeavor to persevere. Thoth, out.
Poor Agent Thoth! ;-) 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!