“The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes. Lookin’ hard, but won’t realize. That they will never see the ‘Phie.” – George Clinton
While in my head this seemed to be true, somehow I was detected once again by the short haired authority. He is quite clever at times. Part of my daily routine involves me sitting by the same window, in the exact same spot, at exactly the same time each day to observe the short haired authority exit his transportation unit so he can come inside and give me the attention that I deserve.
Today I decided that I would fool the short haired authority and make him think that I am not at my usual observation post. I am not certain that it worked because somehow he captured a spy photo of me while I went dark.
We like to play games with each other on a regular basis. These games could include things such as chasing fuzzy toys that the authorities launch across the room at high velocity, eating the Swiffer while it is motion, running tactical maneuvers on the Soul Harvester (vacuum), knocking things into the sinks, pulling down any towel onto the floor that may be hanging in it’s appropriate place, strategically placing my sisters toys into our main hydration unit, (automatic waterer), or screaming the song of my people at any given time. I am certain that they enjoy all of our time together. I almost consider them one of my own now. Almost…
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