My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a giant tube of what appear to be flimsy plastic wands from a brand called "JOYIN." Apparently, one must violently bend and shake these things to make them emit a sad, chemical glow for their noisy social rituals they call "parties." From my superior vantage point on the back of the sofa, …
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My human, in a fit of what I can only describe as profoundly misplaced optimism, has presented this… shimmering wall. Apparently, this “BOMSI” brand …
My human, in her infinite and often baffling wisdom, has presented a box from a brand called "Cawiew," a name that does not inspire confidence. Insid…
It appears the Tall Ones have acquired a shipment of what can only be described as luminous plastic noodles. The ritual, as I have observed it from m…
My human has, in a fit of what I can only assume is seasonal madness, acquired a kit of pre-fabricated ceiling clutter from a brand named YEOCU. It a…
My human, in their typical, simple-minded fashion, seems to believe this collection of flimsy paper and shiny plastic is for *their* amusement. They …
It appears my human has mistaken a bag of celebratory refuse for a potential source of my amusement. From what I can gather, this is a collection of …