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Explorer's Log, 2013 02 18
Day two among the Californians. I am integrating myself into their ways. I have been learning how to operate the button-machine, to playact characters. This appears to be some sort of marker of friendship, despite the occasional swearing, or shooting each other to death. Later I will make dinner for the tall one, to further develop our trust-bond.
(The tall one is intrigued as I write this. I think they might be able to communicate, but only in a snarky fashion. More investigation required.)
The long-haired one has left the domicile for the time being. I suspect he is foraging for "stuff".
The skittish ones continue to not trust me, despite the encouragement of the tall one. I shall bribe them with bits of food later, or more likely leave them the hell alone.
The long one has been quiet, though I heard word last night about it eating a member of the enemy. The green one has been decidedly not quiet, though has not been attempting to declare its dominance over me, like the last time I travelled to this wild place.
Now I am requested to use my typing machine to create a form of communication known as "Lambchop fanfiction". Oh these strange Californians! Will I ever truly understand their ways?
~Sor
MOOP!
((Postscript: Yes, I'm in California visiting mek. I meant to mention at some point, but the last week was sortof intense and terrible and distracting. So yeah. I'm here a bunch of days.))
(The tall one is intrigued as I write this. I think they might be able to communicate, but only in a snarky fashion. More investigation required.)
The long-haired one has left the domicile for the time being. I suspect he is foraging for "stuff".
The skittish ones continue to not trust me, despite the encouragement of the tall one. I shall bribe them with bits of food later, or more likely leave them the hell alone.
The long one has been quiet, though I heard word last night about it eating a member of the enemy. The green one has been decidedly not quiet, though has not been attempting to declare its dominance over me, like the last time I travelled to this wild place.
Now I am requested to use my typing machine to create a form of communication known as "Lambchop fanfiction". Oh these strange Californians! Will I ever truly understand their ways?
~Sor
MOOP!
((Postscript: Yes, I'm in California visiting mek. I meant to mention at some point, but the last week was sortof intense and terrible and distracting. So yeah. I'm here a bunch of days.))
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I am curious if the long-haired one's hiney continues to be cute (as my photographic evidence of years gone by suggested back then).
I'd suggest mint tea for the skittish ones.
I think the long one just wants hgugles and it's a good thing the poingy one isn't there or the green one would have been hidden under the couch by now.
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mek (my clone/boyfriend) is the tall one. Jake (his roommate) is the long-haired one. I'm pretty sure he was actually at work when I posted, but he did come home with peanut butter cookies so my foraging comment seems valid. The two skittish ones are indeed cats, Oz belonging to mek and Luna belonging to Jake. The long one who eats the enemy (which you correctly deduced as mice) is West, a red-tailed boa, and the noisy green one is Hroderich, a giant green iguana. (His noise comes mostly from his rattling the chicken-wire walls of his cage.)
So yeah. Good guesses all around.
~Sor
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I am trying to imagine mek and Jake being responsible for children and it's just a terrible idea. Cats are much better.
~Sor
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