#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 779

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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

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Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Seven-Hundred-Seventy-Nine:

Though it took an unreasonable number of planetary rotations, the random explosions have finally stopped. Now that his attention is no longer focused on the obnoxious sound of the mixture of sulfur, carbon, and potassium nitrate being set ablaze for no apparent reason, the adolescent felid has returned to his obsession with the trinket offerings from my hominid-servant. His fixation on these objects has grown so strong, that he actually assaulted my hominid-servant with his teeth when she attempted to move them in order to clean under her sleeping platform.

Naturally, my hominid-servant did not appreciate being attacked by the small beast when she had done nothing to provoke it, and she proceeded to chase him from one end of my domicile to the other. When she finally cornered the young annoyance, she took hold of his scruff and used this grip to maneuver him into the box she uses to punish us when we have displeased her. I must admit, I do admire the resistance the tiny irritant was able to mount against this expression of my hominid-servant's ire. But, in the end, she prevailed and he spent nearly half an hour expressing his dissatisfaction at the absolute maximum decibel level his vocal cords are capable of producing.

Once he had ceased caterwauling, my hominid-servant released the little pest. But, by that time, she had gathered up all the trinket offerings and contained them in a box, which she has placed inside a locked closet. Of course, it didn't take long for my youthful compatriot to determine the location of his treasures; all he needed to do was follow their scent. But, being as how he has the same lack of opposable digits that I suffer from, he is unable to rescue his baubles from their confinement.

Since my hominid-servant merely confiscated the offerings, instead of discarding them, I can only imagine she intends to return them at some point. However, she seems determined that there should be a waiting period because, despite the infantile idiot's repeated entreaties at the door of the closet, she has thus far remained unmoved. I look forward to observing this battle of wills and seeing who will surrender first.


A trinket confiscation! ;-) 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!