So, the Human has acquired a tin full of glorified wooden sticks, a so-called "classic" meant to dredge up some fond memory from their pre-me era. The idea is to painstakingly stack these 111 maple pieces into little huts and towers, a tedious process I'm expected to observe from a safe distance. I will, of course, do no such thing. The appeal is not in the…
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My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has presented a collection of miniature wooden cylinders and assorted trinkets. They call it …
My human, in their infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a box of 300 small, notched sticks. They call it a "Log Cabin Set," apparently f…
My human has presented me with a box of what appears to be glorified kindling. They call it a "SainSmart Jr. Wooden Log Cabin Set," which is a rather…
My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is nostalgia for a simpler time before automatic feeders, has acquired a box of notched wooden sticks. T…
So, the human has presented me with a box of what appear to be miniature, pre-chewed sticks. They call it a "Lincoln Logs Tree House," a construction…