My human seems to believe my life lacks color, a foolish assumption given the vibrant world I inhabit through my closed eyelids during a nap. They have presented me with this... arsenal of plastic tubes. They call them "Twistables," which I'm told means the tedious and satisfying ritual of watching them sharpen wooden pencils into delightful piles of shavin…
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So, the humans have acquired a plastic briefcase filled with what appear to be colorful, stubby twigs and a stack of disappointingly thin nap-mats. T…
My human seems to believe this "Color Wonder" set is a revolutionary piece of technology, but I see it for what it is: a sanitized activity for clums…
My human seems to believe that any object with bright colors is a potential source of amusement for me. This latest offering, a set of "Crayola Click…
My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is a misguided attempt at "creativity," has acquired a plastic monstrosity brimming with 152 waxy, color…
My human has presented me with what appears to be a ridiculously thick stack of flimsy paper sheets. The packaging suggests it is a "Coloring Book" f…