My human has brought another one of *those* things into my domain. It's a small box of flimsy paper rectangles, an 'expansion' they call it, for one of their loud talking rituals. Apparently, the goal is for the bipedal staff to sit in a circle and reveal their petty secrets by answering yes-or-no questions. From my perspective, this is a profound waste of …
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My human seems to have acquired a new... slab. It's a flat, gray rectangle they're calling a "journal," which appears to be a device for them and the…
My human seems to have mistaken me for a "teacher," or perhaps believes I require one, as they have presented me with this... yarn duck. From what I …
So, my human has presented me with this… *book*. It’s not for me, of course. It’s a flat, rectangular object they call a “journal,” apparently design…
My human, in her infinite and often misguided quest to stimulate what she calls her "brain," has acquired a box of small wooden objects. It appears t…