#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 890

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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:

Yesterday, my hominid-servant presented the juvenile felid, the canid, and myself with several packages. The packages seemed to be important to her, because she made rather a production out of laying them out in front of us and telling us about them. Then, she carefully removed the crinkly wrapping from around them to display their contents, which were interesting. But, quite honestly, not nearly as interesting as the crinkly wrapping or the containers the contents had been delivered in.

The contents were more of the baubles she periodically presents us with, eatables that are enjoyable but common offerings, and the pernicious herb she sometimes uses to alter our behavior. But nothing that required instant attention. The wrapping, on the other paw, made a fascinating sound when pounced on, and would fold and unfurl in ways that were guaranteed to entice every hunting instinct possessed by any self-respecting DPCIL Agent. And the containers, well they were a wealth of captivating scents that told of far-off places filled with exotic consumables. Plus, the mesmerizing aroma of that damnable herb permeated every inch of them, making them nearly irresistible just by itself.

My hominid-servant, naturally, missed all the allure offered by the wrapping and containers, and seemed rather miffed that we did not appreciate her offerings more. She consoled herself by taking one of the socks off of the wall, where she had hung it, and eating the treats she had hidden within. When the canid joined her, she retrieved another of the socks and offered the contents of it to the canid, who seemed to enjoy them. Unfortunately, she did not offer a sock to the juvenile felid or me, so I was unable to properly catalog the contents. Perhaps, she will make such an offering in the coming days, as there are still more sock hung on the wall that have not yet been emptied.

Hominids really are clueless, aren't they? ;-) 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!