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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 Thirteen-Hundred-Sixty:
Recent events have left me pondering: why cannot certain felids – felids like the little idiot, for one – when, after eliminating, they find themselves plagued by a bit of stubborn biological waste stuck to their hindquarters simply approach the nearest hominid-servant and calmly request said primate utilize their opposable thumbs to remove the blight and properly dispose of it? Why, instead, when they suffer from this affliction, do they feel the need to streak madly through the domicile, leaving random deposits as they go, and dodging every effort to relieve them of their burden by hiding under and behind furniture? Why, I ask! Why?!? Better yet, why can they not simply leave off eating hair, to begin with, and avoid the trouble altogether? Truly, I despair of ever understanding the natives of this planet, whatever their species.
Earthlings are strange! 😉 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!
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