The one the humans (I have decided that "humans" are too lowly a life form to merit capitalization) call "Guinn-e" seems to have finally lost control. Human #1 had just taken the beast outside, where the wet stuff was falling out of the sky. Apparently, this has caused the canine beast to go beserk. Upon its return inside, it began running around in circles and snorting, whilst rubbing itself on things, possibly in an attempt to get the wet stuff off.
Silly beast.
It's still doing it. The rubbing and scampering, I mean.
Doesn't it know that when something is bothering it, the best course of action is to sit regally until a human notices your quandry and promptly attends to it. As it is, the humans are merely laughing at the beasts' travails. Cruel humans. It is rather amusing though, I suppose.
Nin-ja doesn't seem to know what to make of it either. She stared at the beast for a moment, mildly amused, but now has reverted to her favourite activity- playing with stray items she finds on the floor. In this case, it's one of the crunchy things that the humans sometimes bring in attached to their shoes. Leaves, that's the word for it. Whatever it's called, it has Nin-ja in a high state of amusement. But, really, anything amuses that nip-addict.
On that subject, earlier today, Nin-ja entertained a guest by the name of "Fang." Not personally acquainted with this particular feline, I merely sat and gazed at him in a haughty fashion, awaiting some sort of postulation, or at the least, an introduction. However, the creature must have been intimidated by my sheer glory, as it seemed uninclined to speak with me. He and Nin-ja retired to the small hot room in the back of the domicile- the one with the hanging cloth things and black floor- for a few moments, then emerged looking somewhat red-eyed and giggly. As if I had no doubt as to what they were up to. Nin-ja has sworn she only "partakes" now and then, on special occasions. But, to her, a special occasion is anything from being first to defecate in a freshly cleaned sandbox to finding a new piece of debris to play with. Silly child. Perhaps when she has attained my years of wisdom, she will understand.
There is really nothing else new to report. The humans seem to ignore my commands for foodstuffs. The way it works is I climb the laddery thing up to where the food is, they take notice, then give me foodstuffs. They seem to be occupied though, feasting themselves. I suppose I shall allow them to finish their repast, but then if my demands continue to be ignored, I shall have to use force.
We shall see.
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