My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has presented me with what they call a "Pizza Blaster." It appears to be a garish green conveyance, supposedly inspired by some human folklore involving amphibious martial artists. It is a remote-controlled vehicle, a classic attempt to disrupt my mid-afternoon sunbeam meditation with its whirring and …
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My human, in their infinite... simplicity... has presented me with these eKids contraptions. They are, apparently, communication devices for small, l…
My Human, in a fit of what I can only assume is arrested development, has acquired a squad of four diminutive, green plastic bipeds. They seem to be …
My human seems to have acquired what can only be described as a quartet of oddly-shaped, brightly-colored fabric lumps from the human-kitten toy mono…
My human, in a fit of what I can only describe as bewildering nostalgia, has presented me with these... plastic reptiles. The box proclaims them to b…
My human has presented me with what appears to be a noisy, plastic arena where four garishly colored turtles attempt to devour small, rolling pellets…
My Human, in her eternal and mostly fruitless quest to entertain me, has presented a collection of four small, green plastic effigies. Apparently, th…