My human seems to have acquired a sprawling, plastic monstrosity from a brand called "Mccreadee," which sounds suspiciously like something one coughs up after a bad tin of tuna. It's a slot car race track, a ridiculously long and convoluted path designed to contain tiny, buzzing vehicles. The concept of being forced to follow a single, unchangeable route is…
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So, my human, The Staff, has acquired not a toy, but the *skeleton* of a toy. This "Auto World" contraption is the replacement undercarriage for one …
My human, in his infinite and baffling wisdom, has presented me with what appear to be six tiny, black, rubber donuts. After a brief, obligatory snif…
My human has apparently decided that our living room floor, a pristine canvas for my naps, required a sprawling network of black plastic ribbon. Upon…
My human, in their infinite wisdom, has acquired what appears to be a monument to planned obsolescence from a company named 'Fedonak.' It's an elabor…