by pusheekat
February 21st
Last night things were rather strange. The “KARANT” went according to
what my Hewmies were saying. I don’t know what kind of thing this is and
where it went but it made them behave in a strange way.
  My
Hewmie could not do his usual cooking. He banged his shin on the coffee
table and hopped about. He finally set fire to a small wax pipe and
walked about with it while making us dinner. I think this Karant is
important to hewmans otherwise they are uncoordinated like toddlers.
Come to think of it they are quite silly vulnerable bipeds although
they think they are bosses on this planet. Without their technology they
are practically blind, hairless and they can’t even smell a rat.
I hate to admit it here but if they didn’t have fire sticks and
clothes and were a little smaller than we are we would be eating them by
the dozen, just by reflex and apologizing later. They do look so
helpless. But I admit some of them are kind.
February 27th
I remember when I was a kit, and long before I learned that it is
only acceptable to climb my hewman’s hind leg if he had trouser -longs
on. I used to get unbearably over-excited when he made my salmon and
suddenly claw my way up his hairy hind limbs when he was wearing only
trouser- shorts.
Man,
Goodness, he would howl and stamp about that close to swearing. His
kitchen woman is better, she wears a long flapping sail of cloth called
a SKERT which is much easier to climb and she doesn’t scream much except
when I put my head into the “LICK- WIDIZER”.
I don’t know what that thing is but they put the chicken wings in it
and then make a big sound and they produce the most delectable sloppy
fishy mush.
And then there are the hewmie cublets. They are strange silly
dangerous things and I heard that one of them put Patchy inside a Krisco
tin. The boy one. I need another page to write about all the weird
things these young life forms get up to.
They like to throw us food though so they are not completely bad. |
