My human seems to have acquired a box of garish plastic discs and sticks, ostensibly for the "educational enrichment" of a visiting small human. They call it a "Gears! Gears! Gears!" set. From my observation post on the back of the sofa, I see it's a collection of brightly colored cogs, pillars, and a crank handle, designed to be clumsily assembled into rud…
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So, my Human presented me with this… bag. It’s not a bag of treats, nor is it a bag of premium catnip. It is a bag of tiny, colorful plastic bits. Th…
My human, in their infinite and baffling quest to clutter my domain, has procured a bag of what appear to be flattened, toothed, plastic frisbees in …
So, the Human has acquired a bag of what appears to be discarded plastic shrapnel in a riot of garish, random colors. They call them "Technic Gears &…
My human, in their infinite... let's call it 'wisdom,' has presented me with a bag of potential. It appears to be not a toy, but the *guts* of a hund…